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I got tagged by @voidspeaking, which was so rad, thank you! I’m godawful at writing on a time limit, but somehow managed this thing (plus another slightly longer thing that’ll be posted separately)

This might be part of a larger story, once I get around to it. Based on this post, about maned-werewolf!Stiles, because guess what? Maned wolves aren’t pack oriented; they’re solitary or they pair bond with mates.

Rules: Take five minutes to write a drabble. No re-reading, no editing, just write.

“It’s not like you leapt at the idea of having a Pack,” Derek says, pulling a few more books out of the cardboard box at his feet, and apparently mulling over the best place on the shelf to put them. “At least, not at first.”

“I know, I know. I just.” Scott rubs awkwardly at the back of his neck. Derek’s new apartment smells like disinfectant, carpet shampoo, and the cat who used to live there. “I didn’t expect it to be like this.”

Derek slides the books neatly into place, though if there’s any real order, Scott doesn’t see it. Then Derek turns, eyebrows arched high and expressive. “Did you expect Stiles to play by the rules? Any rules?”

That’s a fair point. Still, Scott doesn’t think being freaked out by this turn of events is irrational.

“But why Peter?” Scott can hear the frustration, the whine in his voice, but it’s deserved. Because Stiles reacting weirdly to the Bite might not be the most surprising thing imaginable, but him suddenly gluing himself to Peter’s side is creepy as hell.

Ever since taking the Bite, Stiles skirts around the rest of the Pack with what Scott wants to believe is just skittishness, not anything worse. Anything worrying. He spends less time with them now than he had before, when he’d been human.

Scott hasn’t seen him without Peter, usually within arm’s reach, in weeks.

“Sometimes the shape you take reflects the person you are inside.” Derek’s hand is heavy, squeezing Scott’s shoulder. His face is strangely open, and his eyes are kinder now. Softer, since he came back. “Stiles isn’t a wolf like you and me. He’s something else. Something more... solitary, I’d guess.”

I’m tagging @erebones @dark-siren @yogi-bogey-box if any of you are interested in giving this a try, but of course no pressure <3