jackson harris ( werewolf ) . (likefenris) wrote in light_of_may, |
The rain was doing a number on his senses, but even with the heavy downpour he thought he could smell something distinctly animal around the woman. He wasn't sure, and even if he could, it wasn't as if all his encounters with fellow supernaturals so far in Scarlet Oak had been of the negative variety. Sasha had definitely been a check in the positive column, something he hoped the young were realised, and so far this young woman hadn't done anything wrong, not even to the easily-riled wolf inside him. She was just having a bad day, and if anyone could relate to that, it was Jackson.
Watching as the vehicle passed by and the driver tossed a tire iron to the ground, Jackson quirked a brow. He had to assume the man hadn't had the time to get out and help, but still, something about that seemed a little impersonal. He had to assume they knew one another, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to call the man in the first place; it was strange to Jackson that two people who knew each other, were friends, couldn't do more than pass one another like that. Still, it wasn't his place to judge. What he could do was what he went on to do, which was step closer and offer to lend a hand.
"Want me to give it a try?" he asked after she had tried and failed to loosen the bolts. If she was a supernatural there was no telling what she was, and weres were known to be pretty strong as a general rule. Jackson had no idea whether or not they were the strongest, but it couldn't hurt to find out whether or not he was stronger than she was. "I've done this a couple of times recently, and on a truck, so." Granted, one of those times he'd been close enough to a garage that he'd been able to get help, but not the other. That one he'd done all alone, and that could come in handy now.