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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[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.