sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
The last thing Sam had expected was for someone to actually actively approach him, and when that someone went on to speak to him he was more than taken aback, he was full-on startled, as evidenced by the little jolt of his body, the sudden tension through his shoulders, and the slight and brief widening of his eyes. Embarrassing for a werewolf to be caught off guard that way, yes, but Sam had never been the best at what he was, another point his pack had made sure to pick at and remind him of as much as possible, usually with laughter and derision in their voices and expressions. Pulling himself out of the past and into the present Sam looked at the girl in front of him and heard everything she said but then someone else was appearing at her side, someone much, much larger, and they didn't just join the female but instead stepped forward and ahead of her, close to crossing into Sam's personal space. It was all he could do not to crush himself up against the wall and by the time he remembered he'd been asked a question and he was supposed to answer questions he had dropped his gaze from both of them.
They were wolves. Both of them. The male was more dominant, or at the very least more protective. The bigger threat. Sam found a safe point on which to focus his gaze, just between the two of them and past them to the street, looking at the concrete itself rather than either of their faces. Since they were both wolves and clearly above his rank -- wasn't everyone? -- he couldn't look them in the eye, that was disrespectful, it was wrong.
"Sam," he said. He still had his hands knotted together in front of him, he realised, and he was suddenly struck with the thought that perhaps he should lower them. That would seem less threatening, wouldn't it? Having them raised like that might make the male think he was planning to do something, act in some way, and that was the last thing Sam wanted. "I-I just got here," he added, a delayed response to the female's first question. There was a lot going on at once and his brain was having more than a little trouble taking it all in.