she fell in love in the first place

[triskeles]

	For the life of me, I cannot remember What made us think that we were wise And we'd never compromise For the life of me, I cannot believe We'd ever die for these sins We were merely freshmen

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[triskeles]

[ Allowing his ears to flick back in contentment, he closes his red eyes for a moment and tips his head into the pat just a bit. There are few people that can get away with scratching or petting him, and of course his spouse and kid are in those numbers. Even when she's holding a crossbow in the other hand.

With the question, Derek opens his eyes again to look at her, then out across the area around them. A low rumble rolls through him in answer, calm and agreeable. All quiet on the western front, it seemed. But it was good to have some peace and quiet sometimes. ]

[necrobrat]

That's good.

[They had never needed a translator, not even when she had been small and new to the family. She always understood him perfectly. Whether it was because of her heightened sensitivity to the supernatural or simply because of the deep bond they had formed early on was unclear, but it didn't matter. The result was the same.]

Things have been quiet lately. I should probably be relieved that things are peaceful, but it makes me nervous.

[triskeles]

[ Slight agitation enters the noise that builds in his chest, and Derek turns to rest his head on Anita's shoulder, looking beyond her. The fact that the human members of their pack can understand one another like this is something that's always made him feel... rather at ease. It's good to have that bond there, but it's one he especially relishes in when it comes to Anita. Ever since day one, too.

But nice as the quiet is, he can't help but agree. It's never peaceful for long in Beacon Hills, much as he tries to enjoy it while he can. A questionable noise leaves him, a faint chuff as if he's asking what she thinks. ]

[necrobrat]

[What does she think? Well. Always nice to know he values her opinion. She looks thoughtfully out towards the woods, frowning a little as she considers what this extended period of quiet might mean. Calm before the storm? Maybe. She hoped not -- but it did seem to be a little too good to be true.

Beacon Hills was aptly named. It seemed to be a beacon for the supernatural sometimes. A giant Bat-signal that said "all things weird and wild, come on over."]

I think we should be careful. I think we should be extra thorough with our patrols, just in case. I don't like it. Not to fall back on an old cliche, but it really has been too quiet. Almost like the woods are waiting for something.

[Even at this age? Her gut was almost never wrong.]

[triskeles]

[ Considering her words thoughtfully, Derek lifts his head off her shoulder again to let his eyes scan the rest of their surroundings. He's been in the preserve when it's been this quiet before, but not in a long time where it didn't mean something was coming. Peter's revival, the kanima, the alpha pack... the witches that had come through, followed by a rogue werewolf. He could make a list and it would fill half a book, honestly.

But he nods, once, slowly. His ears swivel back, and his lips curl a little in a silent snarl. He doesn't like it, either, and it only means the worst for Beacon Hills. She's right: it is a beacon for the supernatural, and it always has been, good and bad alike.

If there's anyone he trusts to make a call on this, it's Anita. ]

[necrobrat]

I don't think there's anything out here tonight.

[The air was still. She couldn't sense any disturbances. She wasn't psychic, exactly, but sometimes it felt close enough. Enough that her hunches were always worth working from.]

But we should be wary. Maybe do a couple of sweeps in shifts over the next couple of nights.

[triskeles]

[ It's one of the reasons why Derek values what she and Stiles both have to say-- Stiles learned to hone the senses, but Anita had been born with them. One of the other reasons is the fact that she's simply been trained to act as a second, should the need ever arise for him and Stiles to be gone from the territory for any reason. While Scott and Isaac are almost always put in charge, Anita is still there to be a voice for the alpha pair.

Another nod, and he tips his head back to offer a slow, long howl out to the preserve. For now, the pack can return to their homes, settle in to wait for orders to be issued. There's no reason for them to be out in numbers right now, not with everything so quiet before the oncoming storm.

As the call ends, he lowers his gaze back to Anita, brow seeming to twitch as if he's raising his eyebrows at her. Home? ]

[necrobrat]

[She smiles, knowing that howl well, and leans in to hug him around his neck, burying her face in his fur. She had done it often as a child for comfort, and had chosen not to grow out of the habit.]

Home.

[Words were rarely ever necessary. She released him and began to amble down the path that would lead them out to the edge of the woods and, shortly thereafter, bring them home.]

I'm thinking we're due for an after-patrol snack.