Tom smiled, big and bright and perhaps a little vacant, his head tilting slightly as he thought about what Peter might've meant. But he didn't worry about it too much. He stretched his legs out in front of him and leaned back on his elbows, taking up more room than he needed to on the steps.
"Werewolves where you're from are all part vampire?" he asked, brow furrowing. "It's still mad to me that your wolves are born. We can't even have kids," he said, shrugging his shoulders. Yeah, it was sad. Tom thought he'd be a great dad one day, maybe. But he could still raise a kid even if he couldn't have one, like his dad had done.
"Do they transform when they're a baby and all, the werewolf pups where you're from?"