A sleek gray wolf trotted through the woods, ears high on alert. Bright blue eyes scanned the trees, searching for any disturbances. The wolf walked forward and jolted at a sharp snap of metal, her fur standing on end. She looked around and twisted her ears, faintly hearing claws scratch at metal. She slowly walked towards it and peeked through a bush, crouching low.

She blinked at the bright orange fox stuck in a trap and watched as it struggled, clawing at the trap. She flicked her tail and stepped forward, slowly walking to stand over the trapped fox. She tilted her head and sat down, watching as the fox continued to struggle.

The fox froze after noticing the large shadow over it and slowly turned, softly growling at the wolf. The wolf blinked at it and huffed when he snapped at her, lightly bopping his head with her paw. He softly huffed and flicked his tail, clawing the trap again.

She rolled her eyes and gently bit his scruff, lifting him up as she wedged the trap open to pull his paw free. He softly whined and huffed when she held him up, carrying him off. He glared and flicked his tail, smacking it across her nose.

She softly huffed and shook her head, shaking him. He whined and slumped, looking over his wounded paw. She glanced down at him and continued walking, feeling almost proud of herself.

She carried him home and nudged the door open with her paw, walking over to the couch. He glanced around curiously and scrunched up his nose at the thick wolf scent. She set him on a plush couch cushion and trotted off to another room.

He looked around and tilted his head, settling down on the cushion. At least it was warm and comfortable. And she hadn't eaten him yet, which is a bonus. He glanced up when the door opened and blinked when a woman stepped out.

She held a first aid kit in her hands and walked over, her bare feet padding along the wooden floor. She kneeled in front of him and hummed softly, holding out her hand. "Alright, little fella, just me."

He sniffed her hand and slowly relaxed, allowing her to look over his wounded paw. She smiled and looked over it, opening the kit with her free hand. She pulled out a bundle of bandages and smiled slightly, gently wrapping his leg.

He pulled free after she let go and she patted his head, straightening up to walk back and put the first aid kit back. He glanced up at her and looked down when his stomach twisted. He shifted and looked up when she walked back, folding his ears back and widen ing his eyes.

She chuckled softly and patted his head. "I'm gonna feed you, don't worry."

He perked up and she smiled, walking to the kitchen. He settled down and flicked his tail, relaxing into the cushions. Oh yeah, he liked this a lot. However, he was wondering where that wolf went.

A few months passed and the fox had practically moved in. His leg healed nicely with the woman's help and her wonderful food. She gave him his own pillow to sleep on in her bed and fed him and even bathed him, keeping his fur clean. Granted, she did have fun fluffing him up after his baths. And she did accept his late night cuddles, which was a bonus.

However, he realized that she was the wolf. There was no wolf inside the home and every time she left, he could sense the wolf nearby. Every full moon, she would disappear for the night and return in the morning.

She was currently out as it was the night of the full moon, so he had time. He softly groaned and slowly changed forms, feeling his bones and muscles stretch and ache. Stiles ruffled his hair and stretched out, wiggling his fingers and toes.

As always, he was nude. He stood up off the couch and looked around, wandering to the bedroom. He whistled a tune and dug through her clothes, finding a pair of sweatpants and a comfy flannel shirt. He buttoned it up and smiled, walking to the kitchen as he continued to whistle.

He spotted the small radio and glanced around before sliding over, picking it up to turn it on. He rolled his eyes as the usual country music and changed the station, eventually finding something else. He grinned when he heard a familiar song and softly sang along, digging through the cabinets to make a sandwich. Yeah, it'd be a while before she returned.