Stiles regarded the other with an odd look, scrutinizing the hand in almost a very human way. Why the hell did he want him to sniff his hand? He could smell it from where he was standing. He finally looked away from the hand to his face with amber eyes, ears twitching slightly.
Alexander gave a small laugh at the small beast. ”You’re quite smart, aren’t you,” he mused. The fox, as much as he could tell, was not truly a beast at all.
Their best tends to not be much.
And I suppose you could do better?
Stiles still hadn’t figured anything out. Not even how to communicate with the others. Were there even red foxes in California? It seemed like something he should know.
"Oh?" He said, raising his brow slightly. The fox looked rather tame compared to most. Alexander thought he had a rather nice colored pelt. A bit rusty looking and one that didn’t remind him of blood. "Hello there, little one." Alexander crouched down and stuck his hand out to allow the fox to scent him.
Really, cause it looks a little flat from here.
Apologies, but from here, it appears rather small and unimpressive.
"No, not really.. I sort of hate them and had enough of them."
"I suppose you lack a sense of sarcasm."
Did you get a pony?
No, but I suppose I received an ass instead.
Anyone else sick of all the rando deaths, injuries, and disappearances in Beacon Hills…or is that just me.
And I suppose that the law enforcement are doing their best to investigate.