[Stiles is too busy swiping at the werewolf to take any notice of Derek's relief. He smells Derek's blood and that's the fuel for his current state of rage. Soon, he's smelling the strange werewolf's blood, but it's not enough because the stupid idiot is trying to get back up, trying to lash out at him.
He rolls off standing there with claws spread and waiting for the wolf to make its move when it pulls itself up.
Then it makes the worst decision of its life when Stiles is in the state he's in; it looks at Derek like its going to attack him again. There's a sound of bones creaking as Stiles' face changes even more, nose and mouth pushing outward to form something of a muzzle before he's flying across the small space towards him, elongated fangs hunting for the throat.]
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He rolls off standing there with claws spread and waiting for the wolf to make its move when it pulls itself up.
Then it makes the worst decision of its life when Stiles is in the state he's in; it looks at Derek like its going to attack him again. There's a sound of bones creaking as Stiles' face changes even more, nose and mouth pushing outward to form something of a muzzle before he's flying across the small space towards him, elongated fangs hunting for the throat.]