Logan was surprised at how easy it was to dispatch the creatures, but he wasn't going to complain about it. If this is what they could expect, then great! But Logan knew better. This place had a habit of bringing out the worst monsters when you least expected it. The lizards were by no means an indication of the worst the town could do. This instance was easy, but what of the next? Logan knew that it could get worse very quickly.
He arched a brow at the other man's wound. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, but the kid was tough. He'd be fine. Logan didn't have to worry about him like he would one of the younger kids that managed to attach themselves to him. Logan pulled out a cigar and lighter from the inner jacket pocket. "Want one," he asked Derek as he used a claw to cut the tip before he lit it. The smoke lifted into the air, a combined scent of tobacco and vanilla filling his lungs.
"Ain't never met a werewolf until here," Logan said as he blew out some smoke. "Just wolves. Got some vague memories of that." He shrugged to blow off the feeling her got whenever he couldn't remember something very clearly. It bothered him, not knowing his full past, but Logan had a feeling that maybe his mind had forgotten it for a reason.