sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
Growing up hadn't worked the same way for Sam as it did for most, though he wasn't especially aware of that, it was difficult for him, even now, after getting away, to grasp the concept that the way he'd been raised and his life in general were strange, even downright cruel in the eyes of most. In time maybe he would be able to grasp and understand that but for the time being he just didn't get it. Couldn't get it. It just didn't make much sense to him, he'd gotten too used to his life and now that he was outside of it looking back on what it had been he was even more confused than he had been to start out with.
At the man's response Sam's gaze flicked up from the salamander again and at the sound of the voice in his head once more -- how long had it been drifting in and out of there without him really noticing it? -- he looked down again at where the small creature was behaving strangely. Strangely for a salamander anyway. He heard every word of the explanation and his brow furrowed a little. "What kind of people get them?" There was no threat to be faced when dealing with a little lizard like the one perched on the man in front of him so Sam's wolf brain didn't see any harm in pursuing his curiosity. Already he knew that werewolves didn't get them or he would have seen them before, he would have heard of them before today, but did that mean other kinds of weres -- he hadn't met many of those to his knowledge either, the idea was a strange one to him -- couldn't have them either?
Without realising it Sam had stepped closer, not meaning to stare at the lizard but unable to help himself. "What else do they do?" He was still being cautious but wolves were curious creatures and Sam couldn't deny that side of himself, not all the time anyway.