For a moment, Derek swears that Thomas looks at him as if he were a monster. It cuts Derek deeply for some reason and he swallows hard, letting the shift fade away until he's back to looking like a human, eyes pale and hazel and fingertips blunt.

"I can," Derek says quietly, looking back at Thomas with a furrowed brow. He seems more curious than anything, which is better then him running away in fear. Still, he doesn't know how Thomas feels about it all, or if they'll still be friends after this.

He takes a breath and slides off of the rock, pulling his tank off and laying it down on the rock. After that, he toes off his shoes and puts his socks in them, setting them next to his shirt. All that's left now are his pants and underwear, and he hooks a thumb back towards a taller rock before looking at Thomas. "I'll come out from there."

Derek goes behind the rock and sheds the rest of his clothing before taking a deep breath and shifting completely. His paws dig into the sand and he steps out from behind the rock as a big black wolf, eyes glowing red as he shakes out his thick fur.

He pads over to Thomas and stops a few feet away, sitting down on his haunches and thumping his tail against the sand once, watching him curiously.