I never created DC canon.
Confusion appeared in Reverend Amos Howell's eyes as soon as they were on a Smallville creature pacing. There was something familiar about it. Amos attempted to recall every creature he crossed paths with. Territorial ones. Hungry ones. He began to squint.
Amos frowned the minute the creature ceased pacing. He tensed.
Amos started to tilt his head to one side the minute the animal left. His eyes widened. He nodded. ''I understand.''
Amos recalled Supergirl attempting to protect him from it days ago. When her eyes were wide with him.
One smile formed.
A small creature remained with its mother.
THE END