Down in the forest, there is a tree.
What's left of one, anyway.
The Nemeton calls another supernatural creature to its town.
The blood that drips onto it forms a circle.
"Did it say anything important, or do we just move on from this."
"Moving on! Let's go do something besides watch her talk to trees."
Off they go. Stiles may have a slightly bumpier ride than the rest of them.
"Sorry about that. We would have come to get you sooner if we'd realized it was going to be this nice. I thought since it likes blood sacrifice it would be less friendly."
"It's all right. I am in favor of caution regarding magical trees of unsure intention."
The tree he's standing next to has a rather intricate flowery pattern in the trunk.
"It turns out the magic tree is a fan of your girlfriend and they had a nice telepathic chat."