"There is some truth to every tale, I think. But often those things can be explained by truths we know. Still, if he referred to his family as a pack... well it does suggest a rather animal like nature. It sounds like wherever he comes from is certainly no village or town." Lillie found herself curious about this Garrett, about whether he really was a shapeshifter as she assumed, or just what he was. And her curiosity was only greater knowing how Jill felt about him, that he had intrigued her friend, who claimed to have never known love, in such a way.
"I suppose generally men are not as hairy as wolves." She giggled at the words, because even though she had seen a man or two in her time who could be called quite hairy, none ever so much as a wild animal. "So when he happened upon you bathing, was he in the form of a wolf or a man? And was he bathing as well?" Lillie grinned impishly at her friend, curiosity in her eyes. After all, Jill's words seemed to imply that she had seen this Garrett in enough state of undress to see just how hairless he was.
"I guess the fact that he smelled like an animal, and especially a predatory sort was what bothered Salma about him? Did he ever grow on her or does she still not care for him?" She looked thoughtful as they drew closer to the group. "Where do you think he is now? Still wandering the wilds?"