ℳ malia tate | teen wolf

[wildkingdom]

	✔ Cʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀs/AU ✔ Aᴄᴛɪᴏɴsᴘᴀᴍ ✔ Pʀᴏsᴇ	✔ Pɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs ✔ Oᴛʜᴇʀᴡᴏʀᴅʟʏ ✔ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs	♥ F/M, F/F ⏰ Uᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ

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[lockwood]

Tyler has never had a pack. Not of his own. Well, he had one of hybrids briefly but he got them all killed so maybe it's for the best he hasn't had one since. He's not good at being a leader or a pack member really. He just messes everything up.

But he feels like he's found his place these days. Leaving Mystic Falls is the best thing he ever did, honestly. Traveling with Jeremy and hunting vampires is fulfilling. It's a purpose. It gives him an outlet for all that anger and rage built up inside of him.

Now that he's just a werewolf again Tyler can't transform at will. Not that he ever took advantage of that, considering how terrible his transformations are. He doesn't expect any other shifters to be out here -- not that he knows that's what approaching him.

Are coyotes always so friendly?

He groans a little, opening his eyes at the cold of her nose.

"I'm fine. Mostly."

[wildkingdom]

The coyote whines softly, studying him for a moment, before darting off back into the woods again. She's only gone for a few minutes before she runs back again, this time in human form and fully dressed, sans shoes. Tucked under one arm is a scratchy wool blanket that she drops down on top of him, though she's clearly not bothered by his nudity. The blanket is more for him than her, as is her clothes.

She knows that that much is a human thing.

"You were giving off a whole lot of pain and fear. I wanted to make sure."

[lockwood]

Oh. The coyote was a girl. That was different. So was the controlled shifting -- that was an ability reserved for Hybrids, at least as far as Tyler knew anymore. He doesn't doubt there's a lot of shit out there he doesn't know about.

He takes the blanket and wraps it around his waist, tucking it into a wrap for now. At least he can pretend to have some dignity this way.

"Full moons aren't exactly a fun time for me."

All things considered, it seems dumb to try to pretend he had another reason for being naked in the woods.

[wildkingdom]

"I don't think they're a fun time for anyone." She can remember the times she found herself struggling for control, rehashing the memories of the night she lost her mother and sister. It's not her favorite time of the month, by a long shot.

She sits down cross legged across from him and gives him a small smile. "I'm Malia."

[lockwood]

"Not for people like us, anyway." Shapeshifters, werewolves, whatever you want to call it. Tyler has always hated his transformations, and though it's not as bad as it was at first it still sucks a whole lot.

"Tyler. I've never seen one of us who could turn into a coyote before."

[wildkingdom]

"There aren't a lot of us," she admits before giving a small shrug. "The only other one I've ever met was my Mom, and ... " There's a beat as she tries to find the best way to explain it. "Well, there's a reason there isn't a whole lot of us."

Because they don't like to pass on their power when they decide to procreate.

[lockwood]

"Enough said." He's not going to pry about his parents -- he gets it. Some are really shitty. His dad had been, even if he never triggered the werewolf gene like Mason and Tyler did.

[wildkingdom]

She nods in agreement, before jerking her thumb back over her shoulder. "I've got a camp not too far from here, if you want something to eat? I'm always starving after full moons."

All that effort and energy to keep control of her inner beast. And maybe part of her is missing her pack and wouldn't mind a little company.

[lockwood]

"Yeah, food sounds great." The physical exertion of the turn tends to make him starving. "I have some clothes stashed nearby I can change into first."

You know, common decency and all.

[wildkingdom]

"Cool. Do you want me to wait or can you sniff me out?" Be proud of her that she didn't just automatically assume the latter, because she would think that most werewolves have noses worth their salt but Scott's taught her that it's at least polite to offer.