Thinking back to the events earlier in the day, Jo was pretty sure the full moon was what had possessed her to actually go to the trouble of making herself and Sam the best bacon cheeseburger she had ever (and possibly would ever) make. It had been the moon making her eat it so fast and with so much gusto she wasn't sure she hadn't actually scared Sam. Then again maybe she hadn't; he was a wolf too after all. And he had said yes to coming running with her at night, which meant she hadn't had to be totally alone even if she didn't feel like mingling tonight. Once they had delved deep into the packlands Jo almost felt her worries dissipate into thin air. She was all wolf now, her senses vibrating with every stimuli, and it felt like release. Like coming home, exactly how she knew it would.
All attunement to her senses wouldn't have prepared her for the sideways collision with another wolf of her pack moments after picking up their scent; by the time she realized it was female Jo was rolling around in mud, and only narrowed it down to Farren when her sister was growling. She knew what this meant. She had to play. Her own momentary issues with wolf-socializing had nothing to do with Farren and Jo couldn't bring herself to disappoint her sister, eager as she looked. Shaking the excess mud off her fur, Jo lowered her body to mirror Farren's, nostrils flaring. Before the other wolf could do anything Jo shot forward first, one paw on either side of Farren. Jo pulled down and went rolling, bringing her sister along. Hey, this could even be fun!