"Well." Derek laughs at that, feeling relaxed, and looks pointedly down at his hairy chest and arms. "I'm not exactly hairless, but I'll do my best not to get any hair in your food. Or fur."

They lay there in comfortable silence for awhile, drying off until the salt feels tacky on his skin. Really, they should have gone to the watering hole. Next time, he thinks pleasantly. Because he's pretty sure there will be a next time. Thomas seems outdoorsy in a way that most of his friends aren't, aside from Luke. As comfortable as it is to spend time with another wolf, there's something great about showing his world to a human who is willing to try and see it through a wolf's eyes. Thomas seems understanding, and unafraid, and part of Derek settles at that. He can be completely himself around Thomas, if he chose.

Derek stretches out a little and feels his fingers brush along Thomas' wrist. Without thinking, he curls his fingers around Thomas' for a moment, pressing the pads of his fingers to Thomas' pulse just to feel it, and then he lets go and lets out a pleased sigh. He isn't eager to leave, so he just stays stretched out on the rock, soaking in the sunshine with a small smile on his face.