Chapter 4
That's how stiles ended up here, freezing his gonads off while staring down the scariest/grumpiest wolf he's ever seen. The blankets are in a pile in front of him, but he doesn't bother with them, he didn't get them for himself.
The wolf hasn't moved an inch, it just staring at him, at least he's put his teeth away. But that's not what's worry him, its the slight shake in his fur, and the small pool of thick red slowly spreading around him. There's a moment where stiles thinks maybe he should leave, that if he leaves maybe the wolf will tend to his own wounds. He shifts, dragging his legs out from under him as he considers leaving, as he shift the wolf shifts, as if the movement took every thing out of it, it collapses into a graceful heap in this dust. Stiles jumps into action, forcing the blood to rush back to his legs he drags the blankets forward, then he just freezes. Unsure on what to do, in passing thought he realises he really should have thought this through, but he doesn't have time for that, there's a wolf bleeding out in front of him.
Collapsing onto his knees only inches form the wolf he reaches out with a tentative hand, watch for permission. The wolf snarls body twitching away, so stiles does the one thing he's amazingly good at.
"Look I know your probably not used to help but hey your bleeding out over here and I don't see anyone coming to the rescue, and right now I'm the only help you've got, I abandoned my car help you... SHIT MY CAR my dad's gonna fin-"
A growl interrupted his monologue, his head dropping down and eyes closing, so Stiles takes this a his queue to shut up and help. He finds the thinnest piece of cloth and start to pull, but the threads just wont give.
A quick rise of panic spreads though him as he looks around trying to find anything to help, he's not going to be useless, not like when he was a kid. Not like how he felt with his mum.
He feels more than see the wolf shift and twisting his head back round he comes face to muzzle with the wolf. It jaw stretching wide to reveal its teeth, and stiles understands he grabs a slightly thicker cloth this time and places one part in the mouth and takes a tight hold of the other. The wolf tugs and stiles nearly tumbles forward, but he holds tight and tugs back and eventually he hears the tell tale sound of the material tearing.
In a second stiles feels himself falling backwards, still clutching the cloth he raises himself up onto his elbow, noticing the wolf is back to lying fully flat, stiles drags his body back into movement, pulling his knees back under him he continues to tear the material.
The Silence slowly getting to him.
"So got a name? I mean stupid to ask your wolf, you couldn't answer me.. could you? Is this where it turns out like Sebastian for teenage which and your trapped as a wolf but you can talk? Or are you more just like a mutant wolf and you escaped form some science lab where they where making giant killer wolfs? I mean look at you your huge, who the fuck would wanna pick a fight with something like you... unless there's another like you out there..."
And thats the thought that shuts him up, the wolf doesn't react, instead it stays still so stiles continues on with his work. He burys his hand his the black fur, and in a instant he can feel the warmth spread though him, for a moment he just stay there feeling the warmth. The wolf presses back into his hand and it brings him back to reality, shifting his hands through the fur so he can see the wound, only its not that deep, in fact its already scabbing and only bleeding a little. He could have sworn it was worse there was to much blood for it to be from this, so he starts to look around, maybe there another one, but he finds nothing.
Taking another look at the gash he realises there's not much he can do, its healing and doesn't need his help.
He sets a blanket over the wolf, because he's beginning to feel useless, his limbs are beginning to feel heavy, all the bruises are beginning to ache and stiles knows he's not going to make it back to his car tonight. So he sets the rest of the blankets on the floor keeping one to cover himself.
He settles down eyes feeling heavy in the back of his mind he knows he shouldn't had left his car in the road and he should have called his dad so he wouldn't worry.
As the last threads of conciseness fades his mind becomes calm for the first time that day, instead he shifts to warmth on his side, and ignores the fleeting thought of what it is.