The fact that Derek is so accustomed to life threatening and bizarre situations is something he should find time to reflect on later. It doesn't mean that he's never afraid, or that he's ever worried about the outcome-- far from it, actually. He worries, and goddamn is he afraid of a lot of things. Of losing what he's slowly accumulating, just like he lost what he used to have. Of leaving his very much ragtag pack alone, without some kind of guidance (as dysfunctional as his leadership has been so far).
But right now, it's the four of them. They're not alone, and as much as they've been at odds with each other, they've got one another to depend on. Time and time again they've proven they can work together, and now's no different, as far as the alpha is concerned. So he does what he thinks is right, trying to take care of the teenagers that he's somehow accumulated since his return to Beacon Hills.
Unlike with Scott, he gives Erica a selection of clothing from his closet, digging out a belt for her to use in the meantime. Much like with Scott, however, he doesn't even try to find a pair of shoes or boots that might fit her. They'll get some later, on top of more clothes.
Leaving her with the selection when he hears the knock on the door, he rolls his eyes and goes to open it.
"Cute," is his only comment at first, dry and barely amused, before he steps aside to let them in. The tension in his shoulders eases away again with having a bulk of his pack in one location. "Come on."
First order of business, getting the rest of the pack proper clothes.
But right now, it's the four of them. They're not alone, and as much as they've been at odds with each other, they've got one another to depend on. Time and time again they've proven they can work together, and now's no different, as far as the alpha is concerned. So he does what he thinks is right, trying to take care of the teenagers that he's somehow accumulated since his return to Beacon Hills.
Unlike with Scott, he gives Erica a selection of clothing from his closet, digging out a belt for her to use in the meantime. Much like with Scott, however, he doesn't even try to find a pair of shoes or boots that might fit her. They'll get some later, on top of more clothes.
Leaving her with the selection when he hears the knock on the door, he rolls his eyes and goes to open it.
"Cute," is his only comment at first, dry and barely amused, before he steps aside to let them in. The tension in his shoulders eases away again with having a bulk of his pack in one location. "Come on."