You'll always be running

At this rate, Derek was beginning to give serious thought to not sticking around on island for the weekends. First he woke up as a woman, and now there was a wolf in his sleeping bag with him. Along with the goddamn puppy.

How was this his life?

"It's too early for you to have a fit," a voice that reminded him very strongly of his sister informed him. The wolf was awake and staring up at him, it would seem

The talking wolf.

Right.

Derek did the wise thing and mostly just glared back in confusion. Then, he grabbed his phone to give Jack a call about this terrible, terrible situation. Of terribleness.

Derek was used to not always being what was considered a 'normal' shape. He was even used to sudden changes between normal and abnormal. But that didn't really prepare him for this morning. So, thanks for that, Fandom. Thanks a bunch.

His phone ringing was what woke him up, of all things.

"'lo," he muttered, not about to leave the warm cocoon of his sleeping bag in the cool morning hours. Look, he lived in an abandoned mansion. This isn't that shocking.

"...is Derek there?"

Derek frowned, taking a deep breath to focus on what the hell his sister was saying. "What? Laura--" Wait a minute. Waaaaait a minute. His hand went to his throat, then moved down to where there were new things on his chest. "What."

"Okay, I'm going to pretend this didn't happen and you're going to have my brother call me back," she said before abruptly cutting out. Explaining this was going to be the worst thing ever.

He was going to have to kill someone. Simple as that.

[[Establishy! Unless you have reason to be there. Creeper.]

There was an abandoned house surrounded by a nicely wooded area. How had Derek not found this place sooner? Because he needed a real place to stay that wasn't roughing it a little more hardcore than anyone in their right mind would attempt with summer coming to an end. So, the abandoned mansion it was.

Just don't expect him to fix it up. Look, he stayed in the burned out husk of his family home for, like, a month. Or would. He wasn't picky about places to stay. At all.

He glared at the bare rooms, moving from floor to floor to check for which place would be best to stay in. Because when you were squatting in an abandoned mansion, you wanted the most cozy room you could find. And one that you could escape easily in case you were attacked.

THAT WAS TOTALLY NORMAL, GUYS. TOTALLY NORMAL.

[[Establishy!]]