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When Stiles first saw the dog, it was at lacrosse practice. He was sitting on the bench watching Scott, Jackson, and Danny play. His eyes drifted towards the bleachers, where Lydia, Allison, and Derek's Trio of Misfits were sitting. Stiles waved at them, but only Allison waved back.
"Figures," he mumbled.
He saw something off at the edge of the field, but figured it was Derek being a creepy stalker Alpha and ignored it. Stiles ignored it right up until practice ended and the mismatched pack gathered around the benches. The werewolves all tilted their heads, listening to something and glancing around.
"What's the matter?" Allison asked. She carefully reached into her bag, clutching at her crossbow.
"Not sure yet," Scott replied.
That was when Stiles looked at the end of the lacrosse field and squeaked. "Jesus Christ, that's The Grim!" He pointed at a large black dog, which was just sitting there, watching them.
The others look where he's pointing and each have slightly gob smacked look on their faces.
"That's a big dog," Danny said. "Are we sure it's a dog?"
"It's not trying to kill us, so maybe," Lydia responded. "It's cute," she finally decided.
"Cute?" Jackson scoffed. "It's fucking massive."
"It's still cute."
"Looks hungry," Isaac muttered. "Needs help maybe."
"We could take him to Dr. Deaton," Scott suggested. "I mean, he does help all of us and he's probably more used to dogs than werewolves and lizard men."
"Kanima!" Jackson protested, his voice hissing a little. Danny held him back and glared at Scott.
The werewolf shrugged and looks at Stiles, "Well?"
"Well? Well what? You're the fucking head honcho beta wolf."
"Just make a decision Stiles," Erica groused. "I want to go home sometime before dark."
"Fine. Dr. Deaton, then the world!" Stiles exclaimed. The rest of the pack looked at him with varying degrees of fondness. "I suppose I have to coax it over here as well?"
"Duh," Scott said, shoving at Stiles' shoulder.
"Great. Uh, here boy. Or girl. Whatever," Stiles shouted.
The dog cocked its head. It hadn't moved the whole time they were taking about it. It seemed to make a decision and trotted over to the pack. It smiled up at them, tongue hanging out of its mouth.
"It's fucking huge," Boyd said. He looked the dog over carefully, making sure it wouldn’t attack.
"It better not drool on my shoes," Lydia mentioned as she backed away from the dog. "It's not coming in my car."
"My jeep it is then!" Stiles proclaimed before anyone else could suggest it. "Scott and Boyd with me. Isaac and Danny go with Jackson, and Allison and Erica go with Lydia. Good? Now, break!"
Everyone else rolled their eyes, but did as Stiles suggested. The dog followed right behind Stiles and hopped up into the backseat of the jeep. Scott climbed in next to it, since Boyd seemed wary of the large dog. Boyd sat next to Stiles, but twisted around in his seat so he could keep an eye on the dog. Stiles raised his eyes heavenward in exasperation, but started the procession to Dr. Deaton's.
Which is where Derek found them two hours later.