Isaac is running a little late. He'd expected Scott to meet him there, so the fact that he arrives first is confusing, to say the least. But he doesn't pay it too much mind- there's nothing inherently wrong that he can sense, even with the sun setting, and he has other things on his mind.

To tell the truth, Isaac has only been a werewolf for about six months. In that span of time- well, a lot has happened, not the least of which was learning to control it. All the same, six months, six full moons- plus the two from the last time they're here- well, it never quite gets easier. Sure, he's better at it, but complete human control is hard, and it puts him in a place that he doesn't like to be.

So he fights it. Throughout the day he can feel it, and it makes him irritable, snappish- but he fights the shift, fights the need for an anchor until the very last second, when he can feel his nailbeds itching and his vision going red. That hasn't quite happened yet- the sun hasn't set entirely by the time he finds Peter in the gardens, and when Isaac emerges through the entrance, it's not with his usual casual posture. His expression is tighter than normal, and when he flicks his fingers in a wave, there's nothing particularly joyous about it.

But he pushes it aside, for now.

"Scott isn't here yet?"