potosi | and I know the call of my unborn sons colors all I've done.

A price? I'm already giving Scott all my Reese's cups, man, don't clean me out. [Taking the map back, he tucks it in his pocket and slaps his hands against his knees, standing up.]

You totally would, man. It's okay, I think Allison loves it. [Okay, so he probably said that on purpose. Stiles grins slyly as he gets up, gathering the two ~~garbage bags~~ giant treat bags and passing them off to Scott and Isaac.]

Ready to go?

As if you could resist giving Isaac all your candy, too. [ The last two Halloweens, Derek certainly found himself giving the two boys most of the candy that he'd somehow wound up getting. With Tony Stark it made a little more sense, but he hadn't even worn a costume for Isaac's first Halloween, he'd been so absorbed in making sure it was perfect otherwise.

He rolls his eyes as Stiles baits Scott's infatuation even further, having mostly given up on the argument of you're gradeschoolers in regards to the astronomical crush his son had on Argent's daughter. At least they won't be going to the Argent house. Chris he could handle, but Victoria? No. ]

If they have everything.

I never said candy.

[Isaac drops it quickly, however, grinning and folding his bag a bit, tucking it under his arm.]

I'm sure we have everything. We checked while we were upstairs! Let's go before Scott starts swooning over Aaaaallison again.

I'm not swooning!

[He flushes a little, but as much as he'd love to frown, Scott can't keep the smile off his face. He checks over their things with Isaac once more before nodding up at Derek and Stiles.]

Yup. Let's go, let's go! Everyone else is out already, I bet!

[Sometimes, Stiles thinks that Isaac is actually a mafia kingpin in a small child's body. A small, evil one. Raising an eyebrow at him, he shakes it off and offers his hand to Scott, grinning across the entire Hale pack before looking at Derek and raising himself up to make a dramatic comment....]

Aroooo.

[Except he does that instead. Because he's a direwolf. God.]

[ Derek actually looks smugly proud of Isaac's mafioso behavior towards Stiles, mostly because it's not being directed at him this time. It's one of the reasons why he thinks that both Scott and Isaac would make an excellent alpha pair, if it had to be passed down to them.

So long as Scott stops swooning over Allison.

He reaches to set his hand on top of Isaac's head, moving to leave the kitchen before pausing Stiles mock-howls. ]

Put a little more oomph into it, Stiles.

[ Bringing his free hand forward, he guides two fingers along Stiles' throat as if following the course a howl would take, before tipping his chin up at the end of the path. ]

Stiles, that was terrible.

[He laughs a little at it with Scott, holding his brother's hand and swinging their arms.]

Even we can howl better than that. We're not even big yet.

Stiiiles!

[Giggling when Isaac takes his hand, Scott looks at him and motions with his head.]this. Listen, okay? We'll show you.

[After a few more giggles, both the boys begin howling- a few puppy howls each, and Scott proudly pats his chest above his diaphragm. ]

From here!

Hey, quit it with the manhandling! [He's laughing too, despite being, well, manhandled. All in all it's a pretty touching situation. Weird, but touching.

So, he gamely plays along, trying another "howl" from his diaphragm, just like Scott supposedly showed him.]

[ It's not that uncommon for human members of pack to learn how to howl, so while he watches Scott and Isaac teach Stiles how to properly do it, Derek realizes that this particular human managed to find his place in the Hale pack without guidance or its alpha really noticing it until it was too late.

Figures they should get him properly initiated with a good howl, even if Stiles doesn't realize it, himself.

He nudges at his sons with his hands to the backs of their necks, before stepping around all of them and heading towards the front door. But before he goes to open it, he tips his head back and howls effortlessly. ]

[Isaac smiles when Derek calls them with his touch, not knowing what he's planned. He and Scott are both very aware that Stiles is pack, and they've probably wished him to be so since the moment they met him.

When Derek steps to the door, Isaac can't keep the grin from spreading across his face.

He howls after Derek, letting it devolve into little giggles.]

[Scott bursts into giggles just as Isaac does, letting a howl out with him. Stiles is terrible at it for now, but Scott's confident he'll get better- just not as good as Derek.]

Dad has the best howl! Just copy what he does!

[He and Isaac let out another pair of mimicking puppy-howls before they giggle again, following their dad to the door.]

[Okay. Derek's howl? That is actually terrifying. It doesn't make him shiver like it did the first time he heard it, but his mouth does fall open as he goes out the door.

It's easy enough to forget the murder half of the murderwolves sometimes.

It's Scott's giggles that snap him out of his stupor, and he chases after the kids, shutting the door behind them and mock protesting all the way.] I'm supposed to be the wolf here! You guys are totally outclassing me, show me your superhero noises instead.

[ One day, it won't be so terrifying anymore, Stiles. Until then, Derek's going to continue doing it just to get a reaction out of him while subtly teaching him how to do it properly. But by then, Stiles will probably have figured out the intricacies involved in howling and all the reasons why wolves do it.

Turning as he lets the boys catch up to him, he crooks a brow at Stiles. ]

We wouldn't be if you'd do it properly. But you'll learn eventually.

[Quieting down as he and Scott reach Derek's side, Isaac spins around to face Stiles again.]

He's right! Maybe in a few years you'll almost get a puppy howl. And Cannonball doesn't make noises, Stiles, come on.

They kinda make flying noises. But if we show you we can't get to trick-or-treating and it's getting laaaate.

[Scott waits impatiently at Derek's side, crossing his arms and puffing up his chest a little in a mimic.]

Come on, pack trick-or-treating begins!

Right! Trick or treating! Sounds more fun than my howl related humiliation.

[Scott imitating Derek is obscenely adorable. An idea hits Stiles and he suddenly dashes out in front of the three of them in a flail of limbs, standing a good distance away from Derek and the boys, then stuffing his hands in his pockets, his expression going solemn.]

Now, listen. There's a toll on this road.

[ Derek watches as Stiles goes darting ahead, limbs flailing as always.

And then he slowly cocks an eyebrow at him, crossing his arms over his chest and underneath his newly acquired cloak. ]

A toll.

[Isaac frowns when Stiles suggests a toll, exchanging a look with Scott and stepping to Derek's opposite side. He crosses his arms too, cocking his hip just slightly to the side.

(He's not taking your shit, silly Stilinski.)

He sucks his teeth a little, raising one brow too.]

What kind of toll?

[With a glance at Isaac, Scott keeps his mimicked stance next to Derek, trying to look bigger than he really is.]

You're a direwolf, not a bridge troll, Stiles. Why do you have a toll, anyway?

My toll...[With a grin, he tugs out his cellphone, leaning back far enough to get all three of them in the frame.]

Is a picture, so get together. And actually smile, if your dad can manage it without straining a muscle in his face. Everyone say cheese!

[Because he is not leaving this without a picture, okay.]

[ Eyebrow remaining raised, he stands there in silence for a couple minutes. Because he knows the various ways that this picture can turn out, and isn't quite sure Stiles does. But he'll find out soon enough what happens to most people when they try to take a werewolf's picture.

Sighing heavily, he tips his head to the side as he regards Stiles. ]

You're ridiculous.

[ But he doesn't argue against him taking the picture, so there's that. ]

[Isaac, too, knows exactly what will happen the minute he tries to take this picture- so, smugly, he takes one of Derek's hands and rests the other on his hip.]

A picture'll be easy. You could have just said so.

[Scott latches onto Derek's other hand excitedly, rolling his eyes.]

Of course dad can smile! He just doesn't think you're that funny.

[He giggles, meaning it innocently, and waits for Stiles to try.]

[He makes an offended face at Scott, taking out his camera and holding up to get a picture.]

I'm hilarious. [Rude. Super rude, Derek. He's going to hold that against you. Muttering to himself a little, he snaps the picture, the flash going off, then pulls it back to examine it.

Aaand naturally, it looks like there are three sets of lasers staring into his phone's camera. Stiles grumbles a werewolves under his breath, and scurries past them, flicking on the porch light in a flurry of movement before coming back.]

You guys would make this a pain in the a--butt. Werewolves don't take pictures. Noted. Now shut up and smile. [Grinning a little, he flicks off the flash and tries again.

Much better.]

and I know the call of my unborn sons colors all I've done.

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