beware the howling woods
Damn, now he has to piss and he really, really doesn't like the idea of exposing his junk to subzero temperatures. Stiles frowns the most epic frowny face of all time and gets to his feet. He hobbles over to behind the nearest tree and unzips his pants. Dick in hand, he goes about his business.
And suddenly, there is a very bright light in his eyes and oh god oh god oh god there is someone walking towards him and that someone is growling – growling! – Christ who even does that!? Stiles palms at his dick immediately, shoving it back into his pants. "Oh my god," he shrieks (manly, he shrieks manly) in embarrassment. He backs himself flush against the tree, hands in the air. "I don't have any money I swear," he says, squinting into the light.
The light-wielder stomps forward and Stiles finds himself with a face full of very hot, very angry park ranger. He has a moment to thank the heavens he's not being mugged before said ranger speaks. "What do you think you're doing," he growls, seriously growls, at him.
"Um," Stiles starts, blinking rapidly as blotches of light dance in front of his eyes. "I was taking a leak?"