"Oh god, you're just a big puppy. Why am I not surprised?" Derek laughs as Bitty licks his face, wriggling around so much that Derek can barely get a picture. He ends up taking a video instead, wrapping an arm around Bitty and holding him close, smiling as Bitty keeps licking him. "Okay, my turn."

He puts his phone away and shifts himself, shaking out his fur. His is inky black where Bitty's is tawny gold, and that isn't where the differences end. Being a werewolf, he's a decent bit bigger than Bitty, who is on the smallish side with skinny legs and oversized paws.

Derek pads over and presses his face to Bitty's, nuzzling in close. It's such a good feeling that Derek actually whimpers, tail thumping, because while there are other wolves in the city, they aren't pack. Bitty isn't a werewolf, but it's close enough. In that moment, Derek feels downright jubilant.