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"Come on, Shank. Let's go see what Dad decided to make up for supper tonight. Or, I'm going to end up cooking again.", explained Stiles as he walked out of his room, hearing the wolf's claws clicking on the hallway floor. Derek followed the teen down the hallway and down the stairs, his tail wagging slowly behind him. "Alright, Dad. What did you decide on?", asked the teen as he walked over to his Dad, who had just came in from outside with a white plate in his hand. The wolf lifted his nose to the air and drank in the scent of freshly grilled steaks, his mouth watering at the idea of them. "You're eating salad tomorrow night for supper. Red meat is not healthy for your heart.", ordered Stiles as he helped his Dad set the plate on the table, soon followed by two more and silverware. "We're having salad with supper tonight, Stiles.", explained John as he walked over to the fridge and took out a bowl of salad, soon followed by the dressing. "Um, Dad. Not to down your cooking but one of these steaks are raw.", said Stiles as he used a fork to prod at the raw steak.
"Well, we can't feed your four legged friend dog food. He's a wolf, he needs something that will keep him full and still give him nutrients.", explained John as he took down a bowl from one of the cupboards. "Since when do you know anything about wolves?", asked Stiles as he used the fork to place the steak into the bowl that his Dad handed him. John busied himself by getting out glasses for drinks as he said, "I may or may not have called Deaton to give me a bit of information on our new house guest.". "I knew you cared about Shank.", teased the teen as he poked his Dad in the side a few times, a large grin on his face. At the sound of his new name, Derek perked his ears up and tilted his head to the side. "Just feed your wolf.", ordered John as he clapped his son on the back before sitting down in his chair at the table. "You hungry, boy? Huh?", asked Stiles as he stood up from his own chair with the bowl in his hand. Derek wagged his tail and sat down on his haunches, looking up at the teen as he panted, his stomach growling loudly for the food.
"It sure sounds like you are.", chuckled out Stiles as he set the bowl down in front of the wolf, who then licked his hands and his face in thanks. Both John and his son watched in confusion as the white wolf didn't touch his food until both men were seated at the table. "I'm surprised, Shank has manners.", said John in confusion as he looked over at his son before looking down at the wolf on the floor. When both of them were seated at the table and began to eat their own meal, Derek dug into his own steak, using his paws and teeth to tear it to pieces. "May have manners but he does eat like a wolf.", said Stiles as he looked down at the wolf, who was licking scraps of his meal from the bowl, sliding it all around on the floor. "I wonder when the last time it was when he actually was able to eat.", said John as he polished off the remainder of his own steak. "He is pretty skinny for a wolf his age, even though he's only like 2. I better let him outside for a while before bed. Oh, Scott and Isaac are coming over so we can study for Mr. Harris' class.", explained Stiles around a mouthful of salad before he pushed himself away from the table.
"I'm on the graveyard shift tonight, I can trust you to be in bed at a decent hour and at school on time tomorrow.", explained John as he watched his son open the door for the wolf. Derek padded outside and onto the porch before jumping off, landing softly in the grass. The white wolf shook out his fur, feeling the bandages around his body move with him. Stiles continued to stand on the porch seeming to wait for both the wolf and Scott and Isaac to show up. Derek walked back over to the teen on the porch and grabbed hold of his shirt with his teeth, pulling him into the grass. "What are you doing, boy?", asked Stiles as he smiled down at the wolf, freeing his shirt from the sharp teeth. The wolf threw his head back and howled before he looked at the teen expectantly. "What? I can't howl.", explained Stiles as he reached down and scratched the wolf behind his ears. Derek tilted his head to the side with his ears perked, before he threw his head back again and howled, deeper than before. "I don't think he's giving up, dude.", said Scott with a grin on his face as he stood leaning against the blue Jeep in the driveway. "He's huge! Where did you find him?", asked Isaac as he walked towards the wolf before he sat down in the grass, soon to be landed on by the four legged guest.
"He kind of found us and we almost hit him with the car.", explained Stiles as he watched the wolf sit on Isaac, keeping him down in the grass, his tail wagging behind him. "Come on, guys. We have studying to do before Mr. Harris fails all of us.", explained Scott as he pulled his backpack out of Isaac's old car, shutting the door behind himself. "Let's go, Shank, and you two.", said Stiles as he opened the front door, watching as Shank basically strut himself into the house, his tail held high. "I'll see you tomorrow, Stiles. Scott, Isaac, are you staying the night?", asked John as he walked down the stairs, putting his jacket on. "Might as well since Mom is on a night shift, too.", explained Scott as he shifted his backpack on his shoulder. John gave them all a nod before he walked outside and got into his cruiser, driving on down the road to the station. "If you're hungry grab something out of the fridge and come on up.", said Stiles as he walked up the stairs to his bedroom.
He watched as both teens tore off for the kitchen, rolling his eyes with a smile as he walked upstairs and into his bedroom. Stiles froze in the doorway when he saw the wolf on his bed, watching as he used a paw to try and make the bed a bit more comfortable for everybody. "I don't think that's working, boy.", said Stiles as he sat down at his desk on his spinning chair, hearing both the other wolves running up the stairs. Derek looked at his two Betas before he continued to scratch at the bed with his paws, moving the blankets all around for them. "What is he doing?", asked Scott as he looked over at the white wolf. "He's trying to make the bed more comfortable for all of us. In the wild, wolves scratch like that to make dens and make them more comfortable for their litter. I swear, he thinks you're puppies.", explained Stiles as he tore through his own backpack, looking for his notes from Mr. Harrison's class.