Ravensblood Forest talking of michelangelo

 samothes has wondered when another packmate to-be would make an appearance - beyond thel and constantine, he's not intergrated himself in amongst the others. he knows he should, but he is, contrary to appearance, a sort of introvert at times. his rose-gold gaze flicks up from his kill to the woman just before she speaks.

 harmless is the first thing he thinks, and so he swallows a mouthful of meat and sits back, and gives her a friendly nod. "ta," samothes says, studying her. for some reason he'd thought the wolves constatine had gathered would be similar to him - somehow this bashful creampuff contradicts, though he doesn't dismiss her out of hand. everyone has potential: it's simply a matter of learning how they tick. "i'm samothes," he introduces with a dip of his head, "and you?"