“Jesus Christ, that’s The Grim!”

When Stiles first sees the dog, it’s at lacrosse practice. He’s sitting on the bench watching Scott, Jackson, and Danny play. His eyes drift towards the bleachers, where Lydia, Allison, and Derek’s Trio of Misfits are sitting. Stiles waves at them, but only Allison waves back.

“Figures,” he mumbles.

He sees something off at the edge of the field, but figures it’s Derek being a creepy stalker Alpha and ignores it. Stiles ignores it right up until practice ends and the mismatched pack gathers around the benches. The werewolves all tilt their heads, listening to something and glancing around.

“What’s the matter?” Allison asks. She carefully reaches into her bag, clutching at her crossbow.

“Not sure yet,” Scott replies.

That’s when Stiles looks at the end of the lacrosse field and squeaks. “Jesus Christ, that’s The Grim!” He points at a large black dog, that’s just sitting there, watching them.

The others look where he’s pointing and each have slightly gobsmacked looks on their faces.

“That’s a big dog,” Danny says. “Are we sure it’s a dog?”

“It’s not trying to kill us, so maybe,” Lydia responds. “It’s cute,” she decides.

“Cute?” Jackson scoffs. “It’s fucking massive.”

“It’s still cute.”

“Looks hungry,” Issac mutters. “Needs help maybe.”

“We could take him to Dr. Deaton,” Scott suggests. “I mean, he does help all of us and he’s probably more used to dogs than werewolves and lizard men.”

“Kanima!” Jackson protests, his voice hissing a little. Danny holds him back and glares at Scott.

The werewolf shrugs and looks at Stiles, “Well?”

“Well? Well what? You’re the fucking head honcho beta wolf.”

“Just make a decision Stiles,” Erica grouses. “I want to go home sometime before dark.”

“Fine. Dr. Deaton, then the world!” Stiles exclaims. The rest of the pack look at him with varying degrees of fondness. “I suppose I have to coax it over here as well?”

“Duh,” Scott says, shoving Stiles’ shoulder.

“Great. Uh, here boy,” Stiles shouts.

The dog cocks his head. It hadn’t moved the whole time they were taking about it. It seems to make a decision and trots over to the pack. It smiles up at them, tongue hanging out of it’s mouth.

“It’s fucking huge,” Boyd says. He looks the dog over carefully, making sure it won’t attack.

“It better not drool on my shoes,” Lydia mentions as she backs away from the dog. “It’s not coming in my car.”

“My jeep it is then!” Stiles proclaims before anyone else can suggest it. “Scott and Boyd with me. Issac and Danny go with Jackson, and Allison and Erica go with Lydia. Good? Now, break!”

Everyone else rolls their eyes, but does as Stiles suggested. The dog follows right behind Stiles and hops up into the backseat of the jeep. Scott climbs in next to it, since Boyd seems wary of the large dog. Boyd sits next to Stiles, but twists around in his seat so he can keep an eye on the dog. Stiles raises his eyes heavenward, but starts the procession to Dr. Deaton’s.

Which is where Derek finds them two hours later.