Special activities for the full moon was pretty much all the Summers pack looked forward to every month, at least collectively. And Jo was no exception. Although this full moon might just prove to be the worst one of them all so far, if this high school situation didn't resolve itself before then. The girl beamed at Roxy as she found out the pink haired penguin had been born a were just like her. "Do you have a big family too?"
Jo couldn't help but chuckle with a hint of pity at Roxy's cringe; smelling fishy must be a little rough, sure, but being a penguin should more than make up for that. When Roxy smiled so did Jo, happy that the upset it hadn't lasted. Instead they were talking about hair, and that Roxy's was awesome was something no one could deny. "I wish I could pull it off but every time I think of dyeing my hair I chicken out." She shrugged. Likewise, some people had some words to have about girls with short hair, and Jo had heard the entire repertoire, from "you look like a boy" to "you'd be so much prettier if you let your hair grow" and while it was pretty rude, what baffled Jo the most was how some people were under the clear and unshaken impression that their opinion on other people's personal choices was so important it had to be heard - every time. Roxy's compliment had Jo beam again. "Awww thank you!" She didn't flinch from Roxy's touch; after all this was the same girl who had affectionately headbutted a strange wolf not too long ago and whose body language tended to extend to others in human form as well. "I don't know, maybe you could. I remember when I first cut it, the guy at the salon just said "the best thing about hair is that no matter what you do with it, it grows back" so yeah." She shrugged again. "And there's always wigs." Bright, colorful, lovely wigs.