[ So Stiles is figuring foxes are at least kind of stealthy, right. That's his goal in getting through the forest--moving as, well, fleet as a fox, through the trees in hopes of avoiding any gigantic monsters and getting back to his bed, where he can...god, hide in his bunk and pray to his not real mom that she'd get him changed back to his usual self.
Being fleet involves him not tripping over his new four feet, though, and there's a loud crash and some rustling as Stiles tumbles out of the brush, right into Derek's forelegs. He starts complaining about not having any control of his stupid body and how much he hates this stupid curse when he looks up and stares at the biggest wolf he's ever seen in his life.
So he shrieks and scrambles backwards, tripping over himself further trying to get away. ] Oh my god!
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Being fleet involves him not tripping over his new four feet, though, and there's a loud crash and some rustling as Stiles tumbles out of the brush, right into Derek's forelegs. He starts complaining about not having any control of his stupid body and how much he hates this stupid curse when he looks up and stares at the biggest wolf he's ever seen in his life.
So he shrieks and scrambles backwards, tripping over himself further trying to get away. ] Oh my god!