When the Sheriff finally roused Scott from unconscious the pair went to set out to find his son and Derek Hale. The pair may have thought they were clever with hiding their relationship but an idiot would have to be blind not to see the way they cared for one another. And that apparently included Scott and the entire Beacon Hills pack and co. Yes yes the Sheriff wasn't blind to his son's affairs, in either finding more supernatural's other than himself in the town and even starting a relationship with one. Although Stiles himself didn't believe he knew about the latter one which the Sheriff found somewhat insulting to his skills as a Sheriff and a father. Not to mention that Stiles hadn't had the heart to tell his old man he'd been dating someone for the past six months.
The Sheriff sighed as he wandered through the woods following the path of disturbed undergrowth that was left by a leopard, a werewolf and a presumably dead body. Smiling at what sounded like the beginning of a bad joke he turned to look at Scott as the boy tugged on his jacket sleeve, the boy himself staring gormlessly straight ahead.
When the Sheriff turned to look that way he laughed, his bad joke at least getting a happy ending.
The dead body wasn't dead after all, breathing shallow and unconscious.
The werewolf was laid on his back, one arm over his eyes to block out the sun and the other wrapped around the neck of the leopard (hand as though he had been scratching behind his ear) that was stretched out on top of him with his head on the mans chest, paws crossed and purring.
The pair were evidently asleep, their eyes closed and faces blissfully content, so the Sheriff did nothing but take pictures of the napping two before handcuffing Matt before taking Scott by the elbow and walking back toward the station.
"Now then, shouldn't the strong werewolf be carrying the unconscious one not the old man?" The Sheriff laughed as Scott flustered before carrying on in a more serious tone "And I have a few things I should tell you about Stiles…"