sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
Well if nothing else Sam wasn't going to think the other man's hair was odd, he'd seen far worse back in Montana. Some of the others had embraced their wolf sides to the point that they'd all but given up on any kind of personal grooming. By the time Sam had plucked up the courage to leave and travel here a couple of them had looked so much more like wolves than man that it was getting hard to tell the difference. This man's hair wasn't anywhere near that bad in Sam's opinion. A little erratic, certainly, as if it had a life of its own, but nothing so unusual that it caught his eye. The salamander, on the other hand, was odd to him. So much so that he couldn't really take his eyes off it.
The wolf in him was equal parts fascinated and puzzled. It was a small creature, something a wolf could either take or leave depending on just how hungry it was, and while Sam wasn't the sort to just approach -- or attack -- small animals he couldn't help but fixate on them.
It was the word familiar that had him lifting his gaze, if only for a moment, and then a second time, his confusion clear. "Your familiar?" That was a term he clearly wasn't used to. While he'd heard plenty of unusual things after the Light of May that was one that had obviously passed him by without sinking in. And then he realised the other man had introduced himself and he was being rude and he cleared his throat awkwardly, saying apologetically, "Sam." And then a little clearer, but still with a vaguely regretful edge to it to communicate that he was sorry he hadn't offered his identity sooner, "I'm Sam."