It was really hard for Jo to see how Sam presented himself and not grab him gently by the shoulders and tell him over and over that he had a place and a voice and he could use both of them to his heart's content because he deserved it. Really hard. But she managed because she knew better. Still he had no (common sense) reason to act so meekly at not recognizing the human version of the strange wolf he had encountered. And she wasn't expecting him to, either. When he mentioned her scent Jo nodded vigorously. "Right, that's exactly what I meant! With a little luck you'll catch it again even if she's in human form!" She smiled encouragingly.
It was really an awkward thing to do, sketch someone without their permission. Her drawing teacher had told her once to practice at coffee shops and the likes by drawing the people there and she had done it once or twice, but there was literally nothing worse. It felt voyeuristic, in a way. Sometimes, however, Jo felt the urge to capture not just something but someone to the best of her ability and she really had to go with it. Mid-process she looked up to see him trying hard to pretend he wasn't looking but failing, if nothing else because she caught the direction in which his eyes were looking. "It's you." She told him, half sheepish half amused. "You were the only one of the pack I hadn't sketched yet, so..." And yes, that was a big deal. When she had mentioned 'pack' she didn't mean it in the political sense, but the heartfelt one. The family, the close friends - that was the pack within the pack, if such a thing existed. It did for her, anyway. Suffice it to say Jo had never sketched the entirety of the pack; just the special ones.