A Wolf Rescued [Sterek][BxB][PAFP]

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    • —DEREK HALE
      Derek watched the small wolf as he shivered and shook. He had noticed it before when he first met the wolf and helped release his paw from the trap, but it still hadn't stopped, poor thing. The alpha sighed, his heart constricting for some reason and he just knew he'd be helping this wolf even if he could make up a whole list of reasons not to.

      He easily covered Stiles with his much-larger body, effectively guarding the small gray wolf from strong winds that could be causing his shivering. "Walk with me. We're going to my den." Derek rumbles soothingly, attempting to match his large strides to the wolf's small ones. "Are you hungry?"
      — thought we built a dynasty
      like nothing ever made— / /
    • The wolves shaking went down. "Y-yes a-alpha..." He says softly. He felt pathetic and he his his face in the males fur. He was warmer, but he was so skinny he still shook. He matched the alpha strides. He kept his face burried in the males fur. He liked how it felt.

    • —DEREK HALE
      "Good." The alpha slowly made his way back to his den with Stiles tucked into his side, a pleasant warmth and a reminder of company that he hasn't had in years. As they walk, Derek occasionally looks down towards the smaller wolf, seeing how skinny and small he really was, especially compared to him. 'He really needs food.' The instinct to care for and protect suddenly flares up within him and Derek finds himself feeling something he thought he'd never feel again after he lost his pack. However, he resolves to forget about this new revelation until Stiles gets food in him.
      — thought we built a dynasty
      like nothing ever made— / /

    • —DEREK HALE
      The alpha rumbled contentedly, laying down beside the smaller wolf after dropping the dead rabbit in front of him like an offering. "Go. Eat." Derek noses at Stiles, goading him into biting into the rabbit first, with his permission, of course. He is pressed right up against the smaller's body, sharing body heat in the cold. While Stiles eats, Derek begins to start cleaning him, starting with his ears and head, rubbing the fur in the wrong direction.
      — thought we built a dynasty
      like nothing ever made— / /
    • The male bites and eats the rabbit. He shivered as he felt a warm tongue on his fur. He had finished the rabbit. He nuzzled with the male he liked the warmth. He wasn't shaking as much. He nuzzled the male with his muzzle as he snuggled up against him.

    • —DEREK HALE
      The alpha continued to clean the small wolf thoroughly, making sure the wolf's pelt was shiny and clearly gray. Once Stiles had finished eating his share of the rabbit, Derek tore through the rest of it, the piece of meat disappearing in seconds from the alpha's sharp canines. He licked his lips, cleaning off all the blood around his mouth before noticing how dark it was getting outside. It was too dark to go out and hunt or much of anything else, especially not with his newfound handicap (Stiles). Derek huffs, deciding to take a free day for what it is and protectively curling around the wolf snuggled into him. Tomorrow he could find out more about Stiles.
      — thought we built a dynasty
      like nothing ever made— / /

    • —DEREK HALE
      The alpha closed his eyes, welcoming the slight wind as he prepared to go to sleep wrapped around the small gray wolf. However, just before he could fully relax, Derek tuned in to Stiles' breaths, noticing that the wolf was still awake. He opened one eye, grumbling, "Go to sleep," and producing a soft repeating rumble from deep within his chest, like a lullaby a baby falls asleep to.
      — thought we built a dynasty
      like nothing ever made— / /

    • —DEREK HALE
      With Stiles asleep, the alpha finally relaxed, laying his head next to the small wolf's, breaths evening out in sleep.

      Derek yawns as his eyes open, his ears picking up the forest's inhabitant's many sounds of actvity despite being only half-awake. He lifts his snout into the air, catching the scent of a deer wandering close by. Close enough to hunt. The alpha's eyes darken in bloodlust and his mouth automatically twists into a snarl on instinct. He slowly disentangles himself from the small gray wolf, taking care not to wake him up from— what looks like— a peaceful sleep. Sniffing the air, he catches the scent again, immediately on his paws and tracking it before it can get too far away.
      — thought we built a dynasty
      like nothing ever made— / /