Re: At the Picnic Table
"I am very fond of them. I might be human but it is my pack," Stiles said as he sat up straight with a huge proud grin on his face. He wanted to touch his hip but he also didn't want to draw attention to it. His brand was something he shared with Derek and no one else. He would just have to make do by being proud of Derek and the pack members.
"You have lucked out there. The Hales, Derek and Laura aren't like... well I guess I can't say they aren't like the other werewolves because I haven't met a werewolf outside of the pack. They are kind and they understand and I know not all Masters are like that," Stiles leaned over and nudged Alcuin. Stiles like making contact with people he saw as friends. "And I'm pretty sure Scott is still puppy like."
Stiles blinked and raised his eyebrows at Alcuin's next words because it seemed liked the blonde had really cared for his Masters. Stiles placed a hand on Alcuin's shoulder. "I'm sorry for your loss, Alcuin. I honestly don't know what I would do if I lost mine." Stiles had nightmares about it almost every night.