Dungeons and Dragons is a high fantasy tabletop roleplaying game. You can be anything your heart desires; go where you please; battle dragons and necromancers; save kingdoms and forge alliances! The only limit is your imagination as you set off on an epic adventure with your friends!
It has come to my attention that, regrettably, there are certain exotic animal owners who knowingly and willfully try to hide the law and will attack those who share it openly online because they believe that knowledge of the law puts their “community” at risk of being busted.
Well I’ve never been a big fan of online bullies, much less online bullies who try to hide laws. So I’m gonna go ahead and remind all 8,100 of my beloved followers that the rabies vaccine in the USA is proven to work on domestic dogs and cats in clinical trials only. This means if you have an exotic like a raccoon, a fox, or a wolf or wolf hybrid and it bites someone, it can be forcibly removed from your care and destroyed so its head can be sectioned to test for rabies.
The rabies vaccine offers these animals NO legal protection even if it does actually prevent rabies, because the government does not recognize the vaccines efficacy on a legal level. This is the sad truth of the law. It isn’t scientific but it’s there.
This information is important to anyone ever considering adopting, fostering or even temporarily caring for an exotic mammal. Why certain people in these circles wish to keep such potentially fatal information hidden is beyond me.
So, again, I reiterate (just to make them mad) that the rabies vaccine offers no legal protection to an exotic such as a fox, raccoon, wolf or wolfdog if it bites someone. (Wolfdogs are occasionally treated like domestic dogs but dont count on it!)
Lack of knowledge of rabies control law can lead to tragedy for anyone responsible for exotics.
Context: Me and two other people (including the DM) were doing a short side quest because the rest of our party couldn’t make it to the session. We had a gnome alchemist, a tiefling sorcerer, and two nps: a half-giant and a small mushroom child with a a pet wolf. The gnome had licked the mushroom child and was tripping balls while we all sat down to play a game of Bull-Shit with the teifling’s card deck.
Half-Giant: “Two Queens”
*Gnome has to pick up card deck and now has about twenty cards in his hand*
Gnome: "One Uno reverse!”
Tiefling: “Where did you get Uno cards?”
Gnome: “Same place I got the Cards Against Humanity Cards and the Monopoly money; from the pile of cards in the center!”
I see a lot of posts about “caring for your kitten” and “caring for your puppy” but there are definitely some major differences when taking care of a wolf. You can try these on other pets too, these tips are not only for wolves, but this post is wolf-centric. (this post is not just meant for owners in reference to their pet, some of these bullets can and should be used for pets toward their Alphas.)
Always have beef jerky handy. Beef jerky is a wonderfully tough snack that wolves enjoy taking their time to chomp and chew on. Not just beef jerky, but any snack that involves using their molars to tear the treat apart.
Give them space. Most wolves enjoy time to themselves, unlike kittens and puppies who enjoy constant attention. Just because they don’t want to be touched in that moment doesn’t mean they don’t care about you.
Distance ≠ dislike. Going back to the above bullet, just because some wolves enjoy time to themselves to do their own activities and figure things out, this doesn’t mean they love you any less. They enjoy solitude to collect themselves and relax. So try not to hover if they ask for space, because it’s definitely nothing against you.
But don’t forget to show them affection too. Wolves are known to be stand-offish and sometimes cold, but they do have a soft spot and like to be pet, scratched, brushed, etc. (once trust is earned, that is.)
Take them for walks in the woods. While puppies and even some dogs might be domesticated enough to enjoy a walk through a suburban town, wolves need to get back to their natural element. Be sure to exercise them in the woods by climbing over fallen trees, running up and down hills, or even going in a creek/river.
Be patient. As I stated before, wolves can be stand-offish and cold, but that doesn’t mean they don’t want companionship. It will take time for a wolf to trust you, so take every chance to show them that you are trustworthy, but don’t rush it and don’t hover. You will smother your wolf and most likely scare them away.
Groom your wolf. Try to coax them into the tub for washing, to keep them clean and healthy. If they do not want you to wash them, then offer to brush your wolf, apply lotion, or even brush their teeth. Keep your wolf hygienic, while also respecting their boundaries. (this activity also serves as a bonding exercise.)
Stubborn, but not unteachable. Some wolves, no matter how reserved they may be, enjoy learning tricks. They enjoy a sense of accomplishment. It may take them a little longer to catch onto the tricks you’re trying to teach, but again, be patient with them and make sure to use treats as a reward for them.
Plan skill-worthy games. While some puppies like to play simple games like fetch, a wolf likes something more. Plan games that flex their brain muscle, like skill games. Trial and error until you find one your wolf likes, and once they get used to and learn that game, move on to the next.
Wrestle. Wolves can be violent creatures, and they enjoy a little physical release. So, (with permission, of course) grab your wolf, pin them down, throw them onto the couch, let them get out some of their aggression by fighting back against you. If you want to assert your dominance, a firm bite to the shoulder or back of the neck will put them in their place if they get too rough.
eliiiise why do fic writers think "mon cher" is the only french endearment ça me derange, quoi, literally no one says that unless you want to be a sarcastic little shit
This is very true but FEAR NOT non-francophones peeps, cause here’s a guide :
First of, let’s talk about “Mon cher/ma chère” : This is very old-fashioned. Like… 80s fashion old-fashioned. I don’t think I’ve ever heard that pet name being given in real like if not a) sarcastically (think sarcastic “darling”) or b) canon era movies. Plus it’s not really a lover’s pet name, it’s an endearment for sure, but more for friends (”Elémentaire, mon cher Watson” kind of thing)
Really great pet names :
Mon chéri (m) / Ma chérie (f) : pretty old-fashioned too, really great for canon era. Literally means “my cherished”. Still used today but very “adult”
Mon coeur (gend n.) : My heart, “sweetheart”
Mon amour (gend n.) : My love
Mon ange (gend n.) : My angel
Mon trésor (gend n.) : “My treasure” also great endearing term for kids
Chaton (gend n. though debatably f.) : Kitten
Doudou (gend n. though debatably m.) : Literally means “soft toy” or “plushie”
Ma puce (f) : “My flea” but I swear it’s cute
Bébé (gend n.) : “Baby” if that floats your boat
Poussin (gend n. though debatably m.) : Duckling / Chick (as in baby chicken)
(Mon) Loulou (m.) : I guess that comes from “loup” aka wolf????
I think it would be interesting and a educational experience to learn commands and tricks in a different language! I really want to try it! Also out of curiosity does anyone know any different commands or tricks in another language?
I enjoy helping new/emerging pets in the pet play world. I try my hardest to provide resources to those who are not sure of where to start, where to go, or just need some clarification. I help those who are brand new all the way to the seasoned expert.
When I started in pet play, it was extremely difficult to find well-written information and find the proper place to start; to put it short, I felt very lost and had to do a lot of “making things up” as I went along.
Below you will find a list of helpful text posts I have created. Please look through, as you might find one or more of them to be helpful to you. If none of these posts help answer your questions, please don’t hesitate to message me. No question is stupid, and I welcome every pet on my blog. -nods once-
This was supposed to be a few paragraphs of “i had a thought” so of course it ended up over 1k. Oops?
I might write this eventually, i sort of wrote this already, but it’s not!fic style, I’ll be expanding it in the next few days, but if you get inspired, feel free to run with it, just tag me please!
So, you know how animals will occasionally seek help from humans? Like, a momma cat whose kittens are stuck in a drain pipe, or a raccoon who gets its paw trapped in a pop can, etc?
Think feral Derek who gets injured (either just after the fire he goes full shift feral or after finding Laura, or a random thing whatever, just he’s a wolf and has been for sometime now) and he gets injured. Caught in a trap or maybe he finds an injured thing, or maybe he’s stuck in a plastic ring thing that someone left behind from a picnic and he’s kind of forgotten how to be human, so he needs a hand, and so he howls for help.
Stiles has been hearing a wolf howling for weeks now, but when he mentions it is just met with “There are no wolves in California” but, you know our curious boy is not going to give up. So he’s been walking through the preserve investigating. He’s pretty sure he’s narrowed down where the wolf is living now, so when he hears a particularly urgent sounding howl, he’s in his Jeep and on the road before the sound is even finished echoing.
When he gets close to where he wants to turn into the preserve he sees a huge, black wolf, limping (or trying to get his attention, depending on whether Derek is injured, stuck, or being a good boy, er, Samaritan…).
So Stiles stops the car abruptly and, unthinking, leaps out of the car and runs toward the animal, practically skidding to a stop as he drops down in front of it, asking “What’s wrong, big guy, huh?” And Derek. Derek is momentarily stunned because this human just all but launched himself at him and that’s… not normal? Also, he smells really good (and familiar, definitely the human that’s been walking through the woods on the edges of his territory) and his hands that are absently petting Derek’s fur and checking for injuries feel really nice, and it’s all kind of jumbled in his head because he’s been running mostly on instinct for a while, and what he really wants to do is push his nose into the human’s neck and scent him and then push him over onto the ground and curl up around him.
But. He had a reason for venturing out of the relative safety of the woods. He needed help.
So he manages to communicate to the boy whatever it is that he needs, and Stiles obliges (i don’t know what’s cuter, some ridiculous litter caught around him or him leading Stiles to some trapped kittens) and then Stiles convinces the big wolf to get in his car (not that it takes much, Derek really wants to go with him) and takes him home, gets him clean and dry, figures out how to explain it to his dad…
Stiles finds the wolf curled up around his pillow (you can’t blame Derek, it smelled so good, okay) and after unsuccessfully trying to convince him to move to the end of the bed, gives up and lies down next to him with a grumbled “listen dude, i know you understand me, you did everything else i asked you to do, even let me give you a bath, which even dogs don’t do calmly. You’re not a normal wolf, buddy” to which Derek replies with a huff and a nuzzle at Stiles’ hand demanding to be pet as he apologizes. As Stiles scratches Derek’s head lightly, the truth of what he said hits him: this is not a normal wolf.
As he falls asleep, he’s already thinking about what to research in the morning.
He convinces his dad he’s fostering the wolf-dog for Dr Deaton, Scott’s boss at the vet clinic, and John quickly grows to enjoy the giant “dog” he even encourages him to sit with him while he reads over case files and half watches the game. As the days pass and he spends more time with the incredibly obedient wolf, who responds and reacts more like a human than an animal, and he does more and more digging into lore and local history, he starts to think he’s got it figured out.
They’ve been arguing about names, because Stiles needs something to call him. So far, the wolf has grouched about all nicknames (dude gets an especially emphatic unhappy sound) and done a decent canine version of an eye roll at a series of popular dog names. After a couple weeks, Stiles sits down in front of the wolf and pets him, holds his face with both hands and scritches behind his ears.
“Hey pal. I think I’ve figured out what to call you, but i need you to promise you won’t get mad like when i suggested Balto,okay? And i need you to promise you won’t like, run away or rip my throat out with those impressively big teeth of yours, yeah?”
Derek tilts his head in the best unimpressed agreement he can muster as a wolf (and he’s been having a hard time staying as a wolf lately, he wants to know what Stiles’ hands he’ll like on his skin and talk to John about baseball. He’s starting to remember what being human feels like. He’s even woken up half shifted a few times, human arms wrapped around Stiles and the beat of his heart under his fingertips, a growing ache in his chest).
“I think,” Stiles sighs and bumps his forehead against Derek’s. “I think i should be calling you Derek.” Stiles holds his breath and Derek freezes then tries to pull away, shaking his head as he feels the wolf falling away. “Derek, please, please stay calm, it’s okay. I know what happened, i get it. Please. ”
And Stiles’ hands are splayed and there’s no stutter in his heart beat, and his voice is quiet and pleading, so Derek stops fighting, stops holding onto the wolf, lets the shift fall away until it’s just him, kneeling uncertainly on Stiles’ bedroom floor. He takes a deep breath before he can meet Stiles’ eyes, when he does they both gasp a little, each struck by the beauty of the other, and Stiles in awe at the transformation he’s witnessed: the confirmation of the supernatural overwhelming, but not as overwhelming as the man crouched in front of him.
As a wolf, Derek had become a best friend of sorts; a faithful companion and confidant, even as Stiles began to suspect his true nature, he still felt safe telling him all his secrets.
After a long moment staring at each other, a grin spreads across Stiles’ face. “Hi.”
Derek swallows hard and manages a rough sounding “Hi” his vocal chords no longer accustomed to the shape of words.
Eventually, after looking at each other with soft smiles, Stiles momentarily holding in a million questions, Derek growing used to the way his body and his mind feel when he’s human, they get up. Stiles moves close and reaches a hand up to feel Derek’s face, repeating a soft “Hi” around an even softer grin, Derek leans into the touch and it’s easy to drift together to the bed. Stiles gets Derek some pyjama pants and tries not to look as he changes before sitting beside him, their hands lacing together easily as they talk for hours, falling asleep briefly until the sound of John’s car wakes them.
Stiles tells his dad the dog had to go back to Deaton and they both mourn his loss, John starts talking about getting a new dog. After a couple days of hiding Derek, Stiles introduces him to the Sheriff as a human. They get along even better than before, much to everyone’s relief. (They probably spin a story about Derek’s apartment flooding or something a few days later to get John to offer the spare room, because hiding a full grown man is hard, and Derek isn’t ready to be a person around other people yet. When Stiles has visitors he hides)
It takes time, but Derek grows comfortable in his skin again, and after they’ve known each other many months as people, they go from being Derek and Stiles to DerekandStiles and it’s as easy as it ever was for them to curl around each other, whisper secrets and fall asleep to rhythm of one another’s heartbeat.
It’s not everyday that you adopt a pet wolf, but for Stiles, newly crowned King, perhaps it is exactly what he needs. But amidst the long days of tactical planning and fighting and treaty signing and warfare, having a companion to rant to and cuddle with is a godsend.
Throw into the mix Stiles’ favourite knight who has recently gone missing, and you’ve got a recipe for angst with a dash of comfort!
It’s not everyday that you adopt a pet wolf, and perhaps Stiles should have suspected something sooner.
Got me feeling giddy inside! Such a great cinderella take:
Each time Prince Derek excuses himself from attending a celebration or gathering, he leaves his new husband to attend the festivities by himself. The only consolation Prince Stiles receives are the array of presents Derek always sends as an apology. Yet, besides the disappointment Stiles feels and the growing rumors around court focused on his marriage, Stiles still loves his husband, and always tries to forgive his actions.
Until of course Derek refuses to attend Stiles’ twenty first birthday celebration.
Derek is crowned prince and soon to succeed to the throne, however his perception of the future becomes confused and uncertain when he meets a young boy at one of his mother’s parties. Talia – unknown of her son’s love for another – arranges Derek’s marriage to the young and beautiful Lady Katherine Argent. Derek is torn between his duty to his mother as prince and his love for the boy in the library. Which will he choose?