sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
The name didn't mean anything to Sam and he communicated that with a slight tilt of his head, his eyes ever so briefly meet Jo's. "Oh," he said, understanding why she was telling him what she was, that she had met another unfamiliar wolf in the same fashion but she had actually transformed back to human form to speak with him. It sounded like he had done the same. Sam locked the name and the small story to go with it away in his mind just in case either one was important in the future. He wanted to be able to remember what Jo had just told him.
"Frightened?" Sam blinked, keeping his gaze on hers a fraction longer than he was comfortable with. As soon as he realised that he dropped his gaze to his hands, focusing instead on the fingerless gloves covering them, gently picking at a loose thread at the cuff of one wrist. "I--" Sam shook his head a little. "I was frightened of her." He sounded sorry for that. Sorry that he hadn't tried to communicate to another wolf from outside the Summers pack -- of which he was not officially a member, he knew -- that they didn't belong, that they ought to leave. He should have done that. Sam knew that.