"Oh. Right." Right? He vaguely remembers Derek having told him something about that, but it's all a hazy memory that doesn't seem to hold the same impact as actually seeing it in front of his face.

Like who knew wolves were so big?

And was he telling him to come closer?

Maybe he wants to eat them like Red Riding Hood and her grandma. Except no one can eat him, oh my god. Noah bursts into laughter at the thought.

Noah scoots closer to the chair, and reaches up to pet Derek. He is soft. He pats him with a wide smile. "I didn't think werewolves would be so fluffy!" he giggles.