sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
It would take Sam a lot longer than that -- than Jo, at least, it seemed -- to consider himself pack. They had all been together for years and it seemed inappropriate, presumptuous, to call himself any such thing. Then again Sam had never really felt like he belonged in Montana. Packs were complicated. A wolf could be part of one and not really belong there. That had always been the way of things for Sam. As the only wolf born into the pack in Montana he should have fit in easily but he never had. Not even for a minute. It was easier here in Scarlet Oak, with the Summers wolves, but that didn't mean he would be calling himself one of them for a long time to come. If they allowed him to stay, that was.
When she suggested putting his hand on her shoulder he paused a little, blinking in surprise and confusion. Lay his hand on her? Omegas weren't supposed to do that. Even with the impression of an invitation it just felt wrong to touch a more dominant wolf. Scent was the better way to go and he was grateful for that suggestion, following after her easily enough as they navigated through the crowd. Jo was smaller than a lot of the people there but she didn't seem to have any trouble picking a path through and all Sam had to do was stay close without encroaching on her personal space. By now he was fairly good at that, he knew how to keep close without getting too close and by the time they reached the car he wasn't far behind her at all. When she turned he stopped, just in case she was about to tell him to step back a bit. Had he gotten too close?