[ A little birdie may have told Isaac that it was a certain someone's birthday. So of course when he manages to find her, he's got an addition of a birthday bag stuffed to the brim with colourful tissue paper. It's contents of course are easily guessed; he does remember that she had wanted his scarves when Stiles had tried to give them away. So he may have gone closet shopping for her and found some spoils of victory. And of course, one of the good ones from his personal collection that he keeps on lockdown surrounded by bearsharks and attack monsters.
His pace slows to an awkward stop though, when his gaze lands on the wolf that looks like it's imprinted on her like a baby duck. A grin takes over his expression, before he lifts the bag up slightly to explain why exactly he's there. ]
Not really sure I can compete with a pet wolf... [ But a 328$ Scarf should at least come close. ] But - uh - I heard it was your birthday. So y'know. [ He needs to spoil his adopted baby sis. Cautiously he comes closer, not exactly worried for his own safety but not exactly wanting to have any weird confrontation with the new addition to the pack, especially not on Cora's birthday. When he's close enough he holds the bag out to her, a ghost of the grin still on his face. ]
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His pace slows to an awkward stop though, when his gaze lands on the wolf that looks like it's imprinted on her like a baby duck. A grin takes over his expression, before he lifts the bag up slightly to explain why exactly he's there. ]
Not really sure I can compete with a pet wolf... [ But a 328$ Scarf should at least come close. ] But - uh - I heard it was your birthday. So y'know. [ He needs to spoil his adopted baby sis. Cautiously he comes closer, not exactly worried for his own safety but not exactly wanting to have any weird confrontation with the new addition to the pack, especially not on Cora's birthday. When he's close enough he holds the bag out to her, a ghost of the grin still on his face. ]