Derek is teaching Erica how to stalk a rabbit when the hunter jumps out at Isaac and hits him in the shoulder with an arrow. The pup whines, shrill and distressed, tumbling to the ground even as he tries to run away.
Derek, already fully shifted, whirls around and lunges for the man's throat instinctively. They fight viciously, the man trying over and over again to shake Derek off and go for the two covering pups in his care. Derek drags him off, viciously biting at the arm holding the gun with the silver bullets, while Erica is left to whimper and paw at a stunned Isaac. Derek has just thrown the attacker to the ground and bitten down on his throat when the re is a crackling of leaves from behind. A split second later pain explodes behinds his eyes and he howls. Silver bullets.
He turns, staggering to face the second hunter, just in time to see the second bullets coming before it tears through his front leg. He doesn't know where he gets the strength if not from the knowledge that this man will kill what is left of his pack -but somehow he manages to lunge himself at the man tearing out his throat a second before the bullets seep all strength out of him. He collapses, even in wold form unable to heal his wounds due to the silver. He doesn't know if he is dying, only knows that he needs to get back to Erica and Isaac. He drags himself back inch by inch, huffing and whining, with blood rapidly staining his pelt.
He can hear them, nearby, their fast little heart beats -but they're not alone.
Fear rushes through Derek and he fights to drag himself further, until he can see the pups through a patch of shrubbery. Isaac is still lying on his side, bleeding, and Erica is pawing at him frantically, at the same time yapping fiercely at the human standing over them.
"Oh my," the man -boy?- says as he draws closer, and Derek struggles to move but his body wont react, paralyzed from the strain. He cannot move can only watch in horror as the human looks around, then bends down to crouch next to his pack.
"You two are in trouble, aren't you?"
xx
Stiles stares down at the two wolf pups in front of him.
He was just on his way to his usual hang out spot in the woods, and suddenly there they are, one copper one sandy, one of them bleeding, and the other utterly distressed. They are clearly wolves, although they are tiny, and Stiles spends a moment nervously looking around to see if a big bad mama wolf is about to appear and rip him to shreds for coming near her young.
Nothing happens though, the forests remains unmoved and finally he bends down, crouching on the forest floor so he can inspect the hurt wolf more closely. Its shoulder is bleeding and its whining pitifully, whether from pain or fear Stiles doesn't know.
"Hey, calm down there, buddy," Stiles tries softly, hoping against reason that he will be able to calm the animal. "No one trying to hurt you."
He experimentally reaches out to examine the wolf wound, only to have the other wolf snap at his hand, a tiny growl escaping from its pale throat.
"Whoa there, Sandy, watch the teeth, I'm just trying to help your buddy..."
He halts, looking over both wolves for a moment before coming to a realization. "Wait, it's...he's your brother, isn't he? But where are your parents then...?"
Familiar sadness washes over him, at the worst moment, the thought of two possibly orphaned siblings hitting two close to home,s till, even after all these years, even though these are animals, not people.
"Are they gone?" he whispers sadly.
They must be, otherwise they'd be here now, wouldn't they?
Sandy wolf whines, high pitched, like it's also in pain, or like it somehow senses Stiles similar emotion. Wolves can't do that though...or can they...? The little wolf stares at him for a long moment, with clear eyes, both of them at a stale mate of sorts, then it begins to paw at its copper toned brother again, eyes flitting from him to Stiles and back.
"He needs help, little wolf." Stiles doesn't know why he keeps talking, little convinced that anything about a human will actually calm a wild wolf, but he does. "I can help him, get him to a doctor."
He reaches out again, extra slowly, relieved when the wolf whines but doesn't snap at his hands again. Still, it watches closely as he carefully begins to wrap the hurt wolf into his jacket. He is getting blood everywhere but that doesn't matter now.
"Alright, a vet...think, Stiles...Deaton. Deaton is downtown, it's not far."
He can get there quickly once he's back at his truck.
"Okay, come on," he carefully scoops up the hurt little wolf. It whines, pained, and Stiles winces, "Sorry, sorry..." he mutters absently, trying to shift the little bundle to a more comfortable position.
The other wolf starts pawing at his pant leg, and Stiles thinks it's another attack, but when he bends down to gently push the little creature off, it hooks tiny claws into his arms, latching onto him.
"Ow, ow, alright, alright," he struggles to balance both wolves in his arms for a moment, worried the sandy one will scratch at his face, but it only squeezes in tightly next to its brother, nosing at him and making another truly pitiful sound.
Looks like Stiles isn't the biggest worry anymore.
He holds both pups carefully as he begins walking back towards the jeep, trying not to jostle them.
"Alright, hold, on little wolfies, help is on the way."
He doesn't think about what he will do with two wolves once he gets them to Deaton's.
xx
Through blurry, reddened vision, Derek watches the human pick up his family and walk of with them, to an unknown destination. Captivity, death maybe. He wants to leap out of the bushes and kill this third possible hunter, but darkness takes him before he can more another muscle.