Times are changing.
(OOC: I have put peoples names in brackets to identify who Scott is thinking off, but apart Allison and maybe some of the longer residents, Scott doesn't know them, so where, for example, it says (Isaac) in Scott's head it would be the Tall Curly hair boy with the nice eyes and smile, and (Jackson) the good looking boy with cheek bones.)
Scott looked at the group, and felt conflicted. The primal, predator part of him wanted to protect these people. He wanted to ensure their safety, and make sure that no one got hurt. There were certain people in the group that drew deeper responses from him, the tall curly haired boy that had hugged Allison earlier when she looked like she might cry, the young boy that seemed to be half on a knife edge between shutting down and blowing up, the gangly skinny boy that felt like he was watching part of himself.... The young girl who was ready to go toe to toe with the others if need be. Along with the red haired girl and Allison they all pulled at that deeper response and he had a hard time not running over to then to hug them, and well.... scent them.
Man that was weird. He wanted to sniff people like it was his way of establish they were truly there. When he had talked to Allison, felt that connection to Allison, part of it was in her scent, Scott realised. It was like his way of establishing.... family? Maybe that was to high concept because the urge was coming from the animal side of him.
Scott wondered who else was feeling that particular urge as well. Already he had worked out he wasn't 'normal' human, the urges didn't seem universal, not the strength, or the instincts or the senses. He saw that just from watch how others reacted. But some of them, some of the group, he had heard a couple of growls that had triggered him to look, to be ready to react, The way some of the people held themselves, some were like trained predators, Allison fitted that category, the boy (Garrett) as well, others it seems, well natural like him. (Isaac) seemed to hide it, but it was there, (Liam) seemed to be unaware at times like he wasn't used to it but it was there too, (Malia), (Cora), and surprisingly, well maybe not, the red headed woman (Victoria) screamed Apex Predator but it seemed layered like trained and natural overlapping, especially when she had been dealing with the good looking boy with the cheek bones (Jackson).
Scott shook his head as he made these mental notes. he was evaluating and judging people, like getting the lay of the land. Which he had been doing as well as he walked through the group and made contact with these people. The whole story of supplies on elevators, moving mazes, grievers and everything else just seemed so fantastic, but it was right before him. Scott sighed and stopped his ruminations of the group around him and knew he needed to really get to know these people, understand them, more so that just what his 'instincts' were telling him.
Speaking off instincts he shook himself again to try to shake the closed in feeling the wall was giving him. He wanted to run free of it, to run for miles and feel the wind in his fur and the soft loam in his fingers and feet as he ran, thank you instincts for that image he now couldn't shake. But his instincts told him that he shouldn't be contained,and that wall was containing him.
Containing them all.
