[ You know - he knew Tate would make that joke. He knew it the second he bought the bowl. Knew it before he bought the bowl, for that matter. Somehow, he still finds himself getting annoyed.

Still - while he walks up to the bar, Derek takes out his phone, scrolling through to his photo gallery. ]

I found a dog. Abandoned, I think. She was in pretty bad shape when I found her. She's... she isn't good with people. She's - nervous, and she bites.

[ She was chained up by Derek's old mechanic place, free dog written on her like she was no different to a fucking car. If he were to take off his gloves, Tate would see the teeth marks on his hands that haven't healed, and if he rolled up his sleeves, there'd be scratched and lightly peeled skin on his arms, too. She doesn't react well to him, and it - it might be because he's a werewolf, but dogs aren't usually this aggressive with him when he flashes his eyes at them. They bow down. She seems to be too scared for that. ]

I don't know if you were serious about wanting a dog. I've been trying to rehabilitate her either way. Didn't want to leave her for someone else. I'll - introduce you to her. After today. If she's too much, or - or if you think she would be too much with the cats, then - I can keep her. But.

[ He gets his phone open and shows Tate some photos - she's a lab, or maybe just partially, given that she seems a little small. Derek wets his lips, holding the phone up to Tate and scrolling back with his thumb. She looks kind of small and unhappy, but Derek's clearly been taking care of her these past couple of days. She's looking much better in the later photos than the earlier ones. ]

This is her.