Now that he and Cleo have grouped with Cleo's friend, Rikki, from home and a pair of men Rikki had brought with her, Derek feels okay leaving Cleo to look for supplies or explore their confines because he trusts that she'll be safe with them and she won't end up trapped in a room with no windows or doors again in his absence.
He's already tried and failed to use brute force to get them out of the house. Now, he's resigned to the fact that he's going to have to find the escape and that it's probably not going to be an obvious one. Therefore, he can't help himself from wandering through the house with interest every now and again.
Derek makes it a habit not to walk into rooms when he opens the doors to see what's inside them. He'll take note and then when he's not alone, he'll actually go into some of the rooms. This time, he's found the following behind doors: three bedrooms, a decrepit hair salon, a brick wall, a hallway that looked like it stretched for miles into the darkness in the distance, and an empty room with a pile of clothes in the corner.
...and a wolf pacing just out of initial sight. His eyebrows lift. Well...that can't be good for the humans in the house.
Derek isn't afraid, though. He crouches in the doorway and holds a hand out, clucking his tongue to get her attention. "Hey girl, you okay?" he asks. "Did you get stuck? It's okay. You're okay." His eyes shift back to the clothes in the corner and it clicks. "You're one of us, aren't you? I won't tell anybody," he promises and then lowers his voice to a whisper as he reaches to pet her. "I'm like you," he adds, showing her a quick flash of glowing eyes and offering her a tentative smile.
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He's already tried and failed to use brute force to get them out of the house. Now, he's resigned to the fact that he's going to have to find the escape and that it's probably not going to be an obvious one. Therefore, he can't help himself from wandering through the house with interest every now and again.
Derek makes it a habit not to walk into rooms when he opens the doors to see what's inside them. He'll take note and then when he's not alone, he'll actually go into some of the rooms. This time, he's found the following behind doors: three bedrooms, a decrepit hair salon, a brick wall, a hallway that looked like it stretched for miles into the darkness in the distance, and an empty room with a pile of clothes in the corner.
...and a wolf pacing just out of initial sight. His eyebrows lift. Well...that can't be good for the humans in the house.
Derek isn't afraid, though. He crouches in the doorway and holds a hand out, clucking his tongue to get her attention. "Hey girl, you okay?" he asks. "Did you get stuck? It's okay. You're okay." His eyes shift back to the clothes in the corner and it clicks. "You're one of us, aren't you? I won't tell anybody," he promises and then lowers his voice to a whisper as he reaches to pet her. "I'm like you," he adds, showing her a quick flash of glowing eyes and offering her a tentative smile.