"Yeah. I had to learn to get used to it or I would have gone crazy," Derek tells him, watching Castiel through ruby hued eyes as he moves. He snorts when Castiel asks him to join him but nods his shaggy head up and down. His winter coat is thick and long, especially since he's spending the bulk of his time outside in this form. "They probably don't allow wolves in there, but I doubt anyone will have the balls to try and kick me out."

He steps up next to Castiel and his head comes easily to the man's hip. He's a big, big wolf with red eyes and sharp teeth. People generally do whatever they can to leave him alone if they spot him. "Angels first."