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The wolf enclosure was meant to shield the spectator-shy animals from their adoring public, leading visitors through a viewing area with a one-way glass window, and Stiles couldn’t help leaning against it, both hands flat against the glass, watching as the small pack began inching their way towards the window as though they could sense him standing there.
"It’s just double-thick glass," he commented, watching as bright, interested canine eyes flicked towards him, one by one. "They use scent-marking for territory, they can probably scent us as intruders."
Strong hands landed on either side of his waist and Derek leaned close to his ear before remarking, “They’re not reacting to intruders. They’ve picked up the scent of an alpha… and his mate.”