sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
The idea that the pack didn't all do the same thing together was a strange one to Sam, an alien concept that he immediately struggled with wrapping his mind around. His pack in Montana had always done everything together, they had run together through the mountain ranges they had called their own, hunted game, killed that game. Even Sam had been made to join in when they weren't using him as some form of entertainment, chasing him through the trees and tackling him just for the sake of it. During the full moons he hadn't stood a chance against any of them, they had all been forced to adopt their hybrid forms and they had all lost control of themselves, becoming creatures driven purely by instinct. Some of Sam's worst scares had come from full moon nights in their company. They hadn't checked their strength or their savagery, hadn't known they needed to, and there had been times when he'd barely been able to make it home the next morning.
Jo's suggestion that she stick with him was one that had him pausing, if only for a moment. He lifted his gaze towards her, blinking in surprise, some part of his brain trying to figure out if there was some sort of hidden message there before he realised there wasn't one. Of course there wasn't. He was coming to realise that Jo wasn't insincere about these things, she never had any sort of ulterior motive or secret agenda. When she was nice to him she meant it, though he couldn't for the life of him figure out why. "O-okay," he said, agreeing with a small nod to go along with that shaky word of acknowledgement. Even if Sam couldn't understand why Jo would want to spend the full moon with him he realised he was grateful for the offer. He would have spent the night by himself without a single word of complaint but spending it with someone else would be better. Wolves didn't do so well on their own.
Sam set his shoes down by the back door, following Jo's gesture towards the radio before he moved over to it to do as she'd asked. Once he'd figured out which button to push the music came out of the speakers and he looked back towards Jo, wondering if it was too loud or too quiet, and if he ought to ask. It hadn't occurred to him to take a seat, either, because he wasn't in the habit of doing things like that without any sort of invitation first.