"I'm not a fairy. I'm part bird, see the wings?" She said, unfolding her wings to show him that they were the wings of a bird, somewhat similar to what angels are said to have, and not the dragonfly or butterfly like wings of a fairy. She hadn't been surprised at first to see him as he was, not really knowing what was normal for people on the outside. Perhaps all the young men liked to run through forests with their shirts off in the rain. She had definitely seen people do stranger things. Now, however, she looked at him curiously; werewolves weren't supposed to be real, and yet he claimed to be one. "A werewolf? Like, you're part wolf, but you look normal some of the time and very wolfish other times, like in books? How?"