@definedareasofuncertainty : "Hi, to add to my growing list of requests... DRABBLE WITH KLAUS IN HIS WOLF FORM FOLLOWING CAROLINE AROUND LIKE A PUPPY, PRETTY PLEASE?" This one's for you Luiza! Also, I'm writing this in the same universe as this drabble (and posting it as the 2nd chapter of it on ao3). Enjoy!
Seeing as she wasn't a wolf, there was a lot of mate-related stuff Caroline didn't know despite having one herself.
Something she did know, however, was how clingy they were. Klaus, her somewhat lovable wolf lover, was quite practically her stalker because of his inability to not be around her (cue eye roll from Caroline), and well, she'd gotten used to it — it's not like it was a chore to be around him and she couldn't lie and say him wanting to spend so much time around her wasn't an ego booster.
Something she did not expect, however, was for Klaus to be just as clingy in wolf form.
Caroline knew of the pull to turn and be with the moon that wolves felt during the full moon, and just because Klaus was a hybrid and didn't have to turn didn't mean he wouldn't feel the pull of the moon too. She encouraged him to turn and promised to wait up for him with a change of clothes and warmth (the cuddles he so often stole from her), but she came to learn early on that she didn't have to wait up for him.
"Seriously?!" Caroline exclaimed, hearing the pawing at the front door.
She stood up from the couch with a sigh and made her way to the door. She opened the oak door and it revealed a big white wolf, with a bird in its teeth, looking up at her with literal puppy eyes.
Even if this had been her first time seeing him, there wouldn't have been a shred of doubt in her mind of this being Klaus. He was giving her the same exact puppy eyes he gave her normally when he wanted something.
He dropped the bird onto the porch and looked up at her expectantly. A part of being a wolf was making sure your mate was fed so, he always ended up dropping dead animals on the porch for her to drink from, and while flattered, she'd preferred not resorting to the bunny diet, thank you very much (it's the thought that counts, she supposes).
She rolled her eyes, crouched down, and stroked his soft fur. "Thank you, Klaus."
He nodded, exuding his usual proudness and without a warning, slipped inside. Caroline wasn't the least bit surprised, she just hoped he didn't get fur everywhere.
She closed the door and when she turned around, found Klaus just sitting there, waiting for her, panting with his tongue out.
She sighed, it seemed like her plans for that night were gone. "Okay come on."
She walked away, Klaus padding across the floors close behind her. She sat down and Klaus easily jumped next to her on the couch.
"You better not get any fur on the couch," she warned, pointing her index finger at him. He just blinked at her, and then after a beat, proceeded to jump on her and lick her face — apparently even wolf Klaus liked it when she was demanding.
"Klaus," she laughed pushing him off of her. "Stop slobbering all over me. If you want to kiss me, you're going to have to wait until you can't get your fur in my mouth."
Once he'd stopped licking her face (and she was so sure wolf Klaus was aware it annoyed her, she was sure) he settled down with his head on her lap.
She leaned down on the couch because Klaus was freaking heavy and she knew he wasn't going to be moving anytime soon (keeping her in place with only him for company, real possessive of him) and threaded her fingers through his fur.
There was something about stroking his soft fur as he kept his weight on her protectively, she quickly felt herself drifting off to sleep.
"If you get all smirk-y about this in the morning I'm keeping you outside next month," she warned sleepily, hearing him growl quietly at that. "Mhm, you heard me, keep that in mind for tomorrow."
Caroline was pretty sure that if she opened her eyes, Klaus would be doing his own wolf version of a frown but he still snuggled closer to her. She was asleep in no time.
