sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
Sam took everything personally, or at least always automatically assumed he was the one at fault in any given situation. It was his default setting, not anything anyone else in this town could readily anticipate or take into account, it was conditioning for all intents and purposes and as unusual as it seemed to just about everyone here in Scarlet Oak to Sam it was as natural to him as breathing. As he watched the man trying to dry himself off he considered his options, weighing the pros and cons of fleeing the situation as only an animal could. Sam's mind was more animal than man on any given day, he saw situations as his wolf would instead of how he was probably supposed to, with his human perspective. It gave him a certain edge at times but for the most part it just made him come across as odd. And nervous. Always nervous.
The appearance of the salamander -- Sam had read at least one book about lizards when he'd been back in Montana, one of the many books in the Evans household no one had taken from the shelf in years -- caught him by surprise, distracting him from his anxiety just long enough to give the other man a chance to speak again. "A-an opinion?" That had his curiosity piqued a little, his brow furrowing as he lifted his gaze briefly from the lizard to the man balancing the creature in his palm. A little voice in the back of his head said that this made sense, that he'd heard something that made this all logical and not unusual, but he couldn't quite put the pieces together.