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"Come on, Fido. I know you're a bit buzzed right now but you have to help me a little bit here.", explained Stiles as he unloaded the still slightly unconscious wolf from the back of his Jeep. You talk too much. You go on and on and on and oh, look at the stars! They're so pretty! Wow, they're moving! Follow them, Stiles! Derek began to squirm slightly in the teen's arms as he was carried into the Stilinski's household, wanting to chase after the stars instead of be put inside. "No. No. No. Don't squirm, I'll end up dropping you and that's going to hurt.", said Stiles as he carried the wolf inside and up the stairs into his bedroom. The white wolf stopped squirming and was now occupied with repeatedly licking the teen's cheek. "That tickles. I think you need a name, though, I can't keep calling you 'wolf'. How about October or December, since your fur is white?", asked Stiles as he gently layed the wolf down on his bed, making sure to avoid the wrapping that was covering the animal's sides and part of his stomach.
Derek whined lowly when he was set down on the bed, part because of the name, the other because he still wanted to be held. "You don't like those names? Okay, well, how about something more tough? Like Blade or Shank?", asked the teen as he sat down on his desk chair and spun around on it a few times, completely oblivious to the fact that he was being watched by a pair of wolf eyes. The white wolf let out a bark at the name 'Shank', it was tough with a bit of edge, the name that gave you a reputation from day 1. "You like that, huh, boy? So we'll call you Shank.", said Stiles as he rolled over to the wolf on his bed and gently stroked his head and neck. Derek raised his head and let out a satisfied purring sound before he licked the boy's hand again. He would never admit this to anybody but he loved being pet by the teen, it felt amazing to his wolf and it kept him calm, it was almost relaxing. "How do I explain you to my Dad, huh? He's going to hit the roof when he sees you.", explained Stiles as he glanced at his watch, knowing his Dad would be home in a few minutes.
The white wolf cocked his head to the side as he thought about it for a moment, before he took the corner of the blanket in between his canines and rolled over a few times, having the blanket cocoon him until he was completely hidden. Stiles stopped spinning in his chair to howl with laughter, clutching his sides as he almost fell off of the chair. "You sure are an adorable wolf for being injured and having the ability to rip my face off at any second.", explained Stiles as he looked over to see the wolf still rolling around on his bed. "Stiles? Are you home, son?", asked Sheriff Stilinski as he knocked on his son's bedroom door. Stiles looked wide eyed from the door to the wolf and then back to the door, a thousand different thoughts running through his mind. Derek rolled just a bit too far on the bed and ended up rolling off of it, he landed on the floor with a surprised yelp. "Stiles? What was that? Are you okay?", asked John as he walked into his son's room, his eyes full of confusion and worry. "I'm fine, Dad. I just knocked a book off my desk.", explained Stiles as he pointed towards the book that was laying on his bed.
It was then that Derek decided to raise his blanket covered head, he stood up on wobbly paws and walked around until he walked straight into the Sheriff's legs. "Stiles, what is this?", asked John as he pointed down to the blanket covered object on four legs. He watched as his son pulled the blanket off of the object and revealed a panting wolf with its tongue hanging out and his tail wagging. "Deaton wants me to board him here for a few days until he's healed. It looked like he had a bad run in with some other animal, he's all tore up.", explained Stiles quickly as he protectively wrapped his arms around the wolf's neck, getting his face licked repeatedly by a rough tongue. "He looks like he's a gentle boy, but looks big enough to cause some serious damage if provoked. Did you name him?", asked John as he bent down and stroked the wolf's head gently, scratching him behind his ears. "I named him Shank.", explained the teen as he stoked the wolf's back. Derek let his tongue hang out as he panted, enjoying the touch from both of the Stilinski men.
"So, can he stay? Please?", begged Stiles as he looked up at his Dad with his own pair of 'puppy dog' eyes. "He can stay as long as you put up posters all around town in case he belongs to somebody, he might have slipped his collar.", explained John as he pointed a finger from his son to the wolf and then back to his son. "I'll make them tomorrow after school. Thank you! Thank you!", explained Stiles as he happily looked up at his Dad. "He's your responsibility, Stiles. If he needs to be trained, you train him. You better take good care of him until we find his owner, if he has one.", ordered John as he looked down at the wolf who was now laying down with his head resting on his paws, his tail slowly wagging in happiness. "You hear that, Shank? You get to stay for a while!", exclaimed Stiles as he happily looked down at the wolf. Derek wagged his tail faster and threw his head back to howl with his eyes glowing.