Clark could tell there was something distinctly non-human about you when he found you, but he hadn't been expecting you to lunge and bite his hand when he reached for you. He knew you weren't human when your teeth actually managed to puncture his flesh, causing some mild bleeding. All the hostility had drained out of you when you realised what you'd done, and like the frightened child you were, began to softly cry, thinking the Man of Steel would be mad at you for attacking him.

"Oh, don't worry," Clark spoke gently, this time being more careful as he approached. You were fumbling, trying to wipe your tears, and his arms gently coaxed you closer towards him. You went with less resistance this time, and he showed you his hand. "It doesn't hurt. See? It's already healed, look."

He watches your eyes peel open, staring regretfully at his hand. All he had to do was wipe the blood off, his skin having healed over and left no trace of your bite behind. He feels a little sad that you're still crying though, and he wonders what you're doing out here all alone. Though, he can imagine it has something to do with what you are.

"What are you doing out here alone?" Clark asks, patting the top of your head. "It's not safe."