After being sent home to returning a few months later and waking in the tunnels to find everything here is different, Derek is exhausted, physically and emotionally, and even with his abilities now having found their back to him, he's still not quite up to full strength, which is keeping him on full alert and more edgy than usual.
He catches the scent before the man appears in the doorway behind Brigid, and he frowns at him, standing to attention, rigid and wary, and ready to lunge. He can tell that he isn't quite human; he's got the scent of a werewolf, but it's different somehow, not quite right.
He eyes him up and down, but he doesn't appear to be posing any threat.
"Who are you?" It's blunt, straight to the point, and not exactly friendly. He glances over to Brigid and back, stepping closer, as if to put himself between the strange wolf and the makeshift pack he has here.
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He catches the scent before the man appears in the doorway behind Brigid, and he frowns at him, standing to attention, rigid and wary, and ready to lunge. He can tell that he isn't quite human; he's got the scent of a werewolf, but it's different somehow, not quite right.
He eyes him up and down, but he doesn't appear to be posing any threat.
"Who are you?" It's blunt, straight to the point, and not exactly friendly. He glances over to Brigid and back, stepping closer, as if to put himself between the strange wolf and the makeshift pack he has here.