Whoa! Oh, uh. Okay. Hey! Quit it. [Okay, maybe it's like..trying to talk with a little kid or something. Trying to be stern like his dad, but gentle like his mom always was. Stiles wasn't his mom, or his dad, but he had an instinct that he didn't really know about.
Besides, it's seriously hard to try and corral two wolf pups (pups is the word his brain decided on) when they're running around and fighting each other with teeth and claws and assorted other sharp but not that sharp things.]
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Besides, it's seriously hard to try and corral two wolf pups (pups is the word his brain decided on) when they're running around and fighting each other with teeth and claws and assorted other sharp but not that sharp things.]