sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
There were always two instincts warring inside of Sam whenever someone came close like that. On the one hand the proximity was frightening to him, daunting in a way so many things were, but on the other there was a side of him that said to stay still, let the more dominant wolf get as close as they wanted, do whatever they wanted regardless of how much it might hurt. It was impossible for him to tell which side was winning over or if Jo was managing things no one else ever had before. Sam wasn't really able to figure out things like that, the kinds of things most people would be able to work out for themselves.
Pulling his shirt on over his head, working his arms through the sleeves, his actions slow and steady, Sam stayed quiet while Jo was standing close by. It caught him off guard when she stepped closer the way she did, he tensed involuntarily, his breath catching in his throat for the couple of seconds that it lasted. There was a part of him that wanted to step back, withdraw the way he would have so frequently in the past. The fact that he didn't confused him but the wolf side of him, the part of him that was animal, quelled that confusion silently and with the kind of certainty that only an animal could manage. Wolves thrived on contact and the kind that Jo had initiated was simple but spoke volumes. The wolf inside of Sam understood it even if the human side didn't.
Turning his gaze towards the bed Sam shifted his weight a little, awkwardly, from one foot to the other. "I couldn't sleep," he told her, almost as if he was confiding in her, his voice even quieter than it had been before. It wasn't like him to sleep this late normally, usually he was much earlier and it made him a little anxious that that hadn't been the case today. It was full moon, after all. His first in Scarlet Oak. With the Summers Pack. If he had been bolder he might have asked what that meant, what the pack normally did during the full moon, but any questions he had retreated to the back of his mind in the face of Jo's second question. Questions like that were never going to stop throwing him, the offer of someone else doing something for him was bewildering -- and, to Sam at least, a little backwards -- and jarring. "You--" Sam glanced towards her face briefly. "You don't have to do that."