"He's a wolf." Sam looked at Betsy before looking back at Evan. He shrugged slightly as way of an almost apology. "Not the kind I'm used to, I don't think, but he's one." Evan didn't smell like the normal shifting breed of wolf; there was something just a little different.
"Nice to meet you, Evan. Tell Betsy you won't try to eat her if you get hungry. Not that I think you can or would, but it's better to get that all out in the open." Sam hadn't said anything about possibly becoming something neither of the other two could handle; he didn't think he wanted that kind of drama or concern. He could be as dangerous or as harmless as he wanted, and most days he liked to lean toward the harmless side of life. He just wanted to exist and be happy in existence, which was harder than some people might think.
"So, we walk, and we find others either native or dropped off? Or do y'all wanna sit in our birthday suits and wait til the park rangers show up with picnic baskets?" Yeah, Sam knew exactly what kind of place they were at, even if he hoped it wasn't as dark and cynical as Betsy was thinking.
"Betsy, wanna tell Evan about yourself?" Getting the pretty blond talking about herself seemed to do wonders for when she was a little unhappy. Not that he minded when she talked; he was starting to like it.