Re: 6th
Derek scowled weakly but he needed as much time as Stiles did to stand up, still beyond sore. Even though Derek was Stiles' master, he couldn't help but feel obligated to go easy on Stiles - and he didn't really have the energy to do otherwise. "Fine," he said in a low voice, treading carefully around the dogs. "But - it's not nice." Derek's stomach twisted at the thought of seeing the dogs, both alive and dead. "If it's too much, you don't have to help." It wasn't that Derek thought Stiles was weak, but he'd torn the omega apart. It wasn't something humans were likely to see, ever.