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

[Stiles Stilinski had assumed when his dad asked him to help out around the station, it would include fun things. After all, he was a smart, tech-savvy college student with way too much time on his hands and a quick mind. He'd be great at solving cases.

Instead, he's doing a patrol for his dad in the Beacon Hills conservatory.

Stiles is almost positive that he passed this off on him because he got a C on a math test, and this is some sort of punishment. Ducking under the chains that keep the cars out during the offseason, Stiles flicks on his flashlight and sweeps it from side to side across the crunching leaves and dirt pathways. It's cold as sin outside, and by the time he's even halfway through the sheriff's marked off quadrant, Stiles' teeth are chattering. Tugging the zipper of his hoodie up to his collar, he swings the flashlight across a small overhang created by a tree root and freezes, noticing something moving. ]

Oh god.

[It could be any number of things, wild things. So naturally Stiles starts to creep towards it, squinting a little as he lowers his flashlight towards the pile of leaves. Whatever it is is too small to be anything maul-y, and he tentatively reaches a hand forward towards the pile, starting to kneel down.]

C'mon, come out, whatever you are...

[God he really hopes it's not something mauly.]

[ Whatever it is actually happens to be something very small- not mauly at all. At least, not yet.

Set up in his fall coat, Scott burrows beneath the pile of leaves and tree roots as he hears Stiles coming, making a little whining noise at Isaac in hopes of getting him to retreat. Once Isaac takes a few steps back, Scott crouches down and starts edging toward the strange human.

His scent is so familiar that Scott nearly forgets that he and Isaac are in soooo much trouble once Derek finds out they're approaching him. ]

Heey, hey there, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you, I just want to help you, whether you're a bear or a fox or...

[He takes another step closer at the sound of the whine--what if it's hurt or something, christ. It sounds tiny, whatever it is. But sounds can definitely be decieving, and for all he knows it's a giant--]

Wolf.

[...definitely not what Stiles was expecting. Tenatively, he offers his hand. He's never seen a wolf...pup? Cub? Pup. In his entire life. It's tiny, and seriously cute, like his neighbor's old German Shephard puppy.]

Or, uh, or a wolf. Okay. Not what I was expecting. You alright there, little guy? Don't worry, 's gonna be okay.

[When he puts his flashlight down, it rolls a little off to the side, illuminating the winter coat. Stiles didn't notice it right away; he was more concerned about possibly getting his fingers nipped off. However, when he did, his brow furrowed and he gave it an open mouth stare, cogs in his mind starting to work.

What the hell?]

Edited 2013-01-10 04:30 (UTC)

[ Scott perks up, recognising that scent.

It's the guy who helps his teacher! It's Stiles!

Scott barks at Isaac, his tail wagging a little- Stiles wouldn't recognise them. They could totally get away with having a little fun with him. ]

[ Isaac can't help but feel wary- nonetheless, he follows Scott out to approach Stiles, inspecting him curiously.

Stiles is an idiot- there's no way he'll know it's them. Maybe Scott's right- a little fun never hurt. ]

Two of you. Oh. Uh.

[Okay uh wow. He definitely wasn't expecting that. A little nervously, he holds his hand out to Scott, unknowing, naturally, who the little pup actually was. Wolves weren't common to California, so these two must have gotten away from their pack.]

You guys must have traveled for like--ever. But hey, it's okay, you're gonna be safe with me. I promise. I have an awesome jeep and an awesome dad, and we're gonna make sure you find your...pack! Your pack. C'mere, it's okay...

[Please don't bite his fingers off.]

[Isaac seems to roll his entire head, bounding in front of Scott and barking at him.

This is a stupid idea. Dad is going to kill them!]

[ Scott does the same kind of head roll thing, tackling Isaac and beginning to fight a little with him- come on, he was here first, Isaac has to listen!

They're not going to get in trouble for playing with Stiles. ]

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.]

[Isaac looks up at Stiles then, and makes a sound through his snout that sounds an awful lot like a snort.

This guy's trying to tell them what to do now.

As if to be facetious, he pounces on Scott again, trying to pin him belly-side-up.]

[It's Scott who comes out on top, however, due to sheer stubbornness. Looking over his shoulder, he barks at Stiles. Isn't there something Stiles should be doing?]

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

~enter the stiles~ /shot dead

I'll comment with Isaac next go-round

okie doke~

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