If bears could blush, Hank would have. Instead he just looked incredibly admonished, even stopping his scratching and getting down, letting out a deep sigh.
"Dunno. I sarry," he apologized again. "I hear... aniwals all di'rrent. Could 'come anything. Or nothing. I'se turned fra' a wolve...." he stopped. Man. It would almost be worth it to turn back and hide behind something, just so that he could speak to this man. He looked down, then moved over to the gravel, extending his claws and starting to etch a phone number into the dirt. "Call. I talk clearer when huwan."
He looked at him, then walked over and sniffed the hand, carefully reigning in his own resistance to the closeness. His eyebrows knit. He couldn't smell blood anymore. "You ok?"