[ He takes the references in stride calmly, crossing his arms and focusing his attention away from the hide and Stiles, out through the gates. ] Maybe there's someone here who could answer you. Someone that's a native to the island. We'd have to find them, but that's not exactly going to stop us. [ It's a better alternative to finding out through experience, that's for sure. If the pack remains human, he's not exactly enthused about the prospect of Stiles wolfing out around them. ]

Start by asking nicely. If he doesn't answer, then we can go my route. [ A dry joke, but they sort of need it right now. ]