"Never been the spandex and bright colors type." He adds as a joke. He's thinking Superman with his bright red and blue and gold. Really, he's not all that familiar with superheros outside of a general knowledge of comic book characters that one would have to be living under a rock not to at least have some knowledge of. Superman is a good guy. Saves the world. Allergic to kryptonite or something like that. See? Basic knowledge.

He nods at her explanation. "We've got people like that in my own world. Vampers shifters and humans, and yeah, it's always about power. I get it. I mean I don't like it and it causes a helluva lot of trouble, but I get it."

Even in the wolf packs there's a hierarchy, a constant fight for power and dominance. Such is the nature of wolves. Alcide's blood line is Alpha. His father was a pack master. As was his grandfather. Alcide took a different path outside of the pack, at least, as much as he could. Being a lone wolf is harder than being in a pack, but at least it keeps his conscience clear.

"I'm a wolf... they took my wolf from me." Some people call them werewolves. Most wolves in his world don't do that. Wolves just call themselves wolves because that's what they are. He glances at Zee, gauging here reaction to that. There are deep prejudices between species in his world. He wonders if she'll not want to be around him now. "What kind of magic?"