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

[hypercompetent]

 

Son, hear your father clear deep in your heart; ❝ Son, know your enemy as I would have them know my son. ❞

the murderpupsau catchall post

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[hypercompetent]

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.]

[claustrophobe]

[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.]

[puppyface]

[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?]