Derek sits politely on Anon’s bed, right where he was left. His tail wags from him believing he’s doing a good job.

He waits patiently for Anon’s return with his hands folded and legs crossed. The bed creaks and bends slightly under his immense size and weight, but it holds.

Ever since Derek went from being a normal wolf to… him, he’s been much more helpful. He’s been able to carry things around for Anon, fight better, and help Anon when they got hurt. The only issue was… well… his size.