"I don't know. I'm not exactly keen on meeting him if he's terrorizing Mrs. O'Leary and thinks bones here is an abomination of some kind." Derek watches Tybalt work, keeping said bones occupied while he does. When he first met the actual hellhound, she was nothing if not sweet. If someone's going around bothering her, he's pretty sure he'd sooner punch them than talk to them.

"He'd make a good chewtoy for Lycaon's wolves."