|sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may,|
Sam had been undeniably nervous when the time to head out with the Summers Pack and transform had arrived, when the sun had set and the moon was on the rise. He had felt that familiar restless energy bubbling up inside, the need to move around, to run, things he recognised easily from all his years of transforming with the rise of the moon, but this was different. Tonight there would be nothing that he was familiar with in terms of pack behaviour, Jo had assured him of that. They would play games and run together, there would be no hunting. No violence. Even so, when he transformed with the others, keeping his distance from them because it felt right to do so when they were all family and he was not, there was a nervous energy about him that couldn't be denied. It practically radiated off him in waves, even when the transformation was done and a white wolf stood where he had been only moments before.
At Jo's request he had stayed close to her, allowing her to take the lead and make the decisions about where they would go and how long they would stay in each place. Lowering his nose he sniffed along the ground, his tall ears twitching with each small sound both close and far away, his body dropping a fraction towards the ground any time he thought someone was approaching with ill intent. Nothing terrible happened though, no huge wolfen creatures rushed out of the shadows to tackle him to the ground, no teeth sought to sink through his fur and into whatever flesh they could find. This was as far from his time in Montana as it could possibly be and even though it should have been a relief to Sam it was just confusing. Like so many other things it was so far from the familiar that it just threw him off and left him feeling out of sync with everything else going on around him. Misplaced.
When Jo went darting off he hesitated, recognising the intent with which she moved, and so suddenly at that, but he didn't wait long before following. He had told her he would stay close and not doing so would be disobedient. So he followed. Darting through the trees he kept on her trail, coming out of the trees and underbrush to see her and another female -- Farren, he realised after picking her scent, fresh and strong, out of the air -- facing off across a small clearing. Sam stayed back, on the sidelines, knowing not to interfere.