Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or Red Riding Hood
Stiles was walking through the woods, feeling at ease as he always did on these journeys. He was skipping along happy as any little boy in the woods can be. His village was small and plagued by, not only general misfortune, but also dangerous beasts that lived beyond the walls. Stiles stopped as a shadow crossed the path ahead. "Hello?" He asked hesitantly as it stopped. The shadow turned to him, as large as a horse, but with the shape of a wolf. Blue eyes appeared from the darkness of its body, falling upon Stiles. This creature, Stiles thought to himself, could it be the kind of animal his father had warned him about? The creature began walking slowly towards him, ears back, pearly teeth bared. "H-hello?" Stiles's voice was small and weak. The creature was right in front of him, its hot breath puffing into Stiles's face. It let out a snarl. "You're not very friendly Mr. Sourpuss." Stiles's small childish voice shook. Eyes locked with Stiles the wolf slowly turned from wolf into a man. Well not a man, but a teenage boy.
"Wolf." The boy said.
"Sourwolf." Stiles laughed, taking the boy's hand and beaming up at him.
"Are you always so friendly to big scary strangers?" The boy asked looking distastefully at the small hand clutching his.
"You're not so big and scary. You're quite handsome." Stiles said beaming up at the boy.
"What are you doing in the woods?" The boy asked frowning down at Stiles.
"Going to visit my mom." Stiles said grinning. "Come on Mr. Sourwolf." Stiles said pulling the boy along after him. They got there a few minutes later, Stiles beaming at the older boy. "Mom, meet Sourwolf." Stiles said.
"Your mom is dead?" The boy asked looking at the gravestone.
"She's just gone to a different place for a while." Stiles said smiling. He looked thoughtful for a moment before dropping Derek's hands and racing into the woods.
After a moment he raced back with a handful of purple flowers. "Look Mr. Sourwolf! I got enough for you and mom to share." Stiles said looking around. The boy was gone, a shadow blown off in the wind. Blue eyes watched from a far off distance as the little boy put the flowers by his mother's grave.