Farren was thankful for the company she now had; spending all day alone was all well and good, but it forced her to focus on two very distinctive absences from the pack. Even as a wolf, she pined for Lotti and Kyle to be nearby. The wolf, much like the human counterpart, refused to let that weakness surface however. Which was one of many reasons why she had surprised her sister and began to play. The darker wolf launched forward and caught her, causing her to roll down onto the ground with her. Playful growls escaped Farren as she rolled with her sister. She pulled herself from the fray of paws, her tail mostly upright as she sprinted away. The chase was something else she lived for, even if it was just a game and never ended with a hunt. Farren did not yearn for any sort of violence or destruction on these nights; she was free under the gaze of the moon and that was all she needed -- besides her family.
The scents in the air told her that Sam was close by as well and she was a little surprised to see his white pelt shining in the moonlight. The vision of a white wolf surrounded by so many grey and darker wolves made her instantly remember her sister, the one locked away from her. Farren turned so that she was headed towards Sam, but slowed her speed at the last second so she wasn't colliding with him. Everything in her form spoke of good humor; her tail and ears were upright and she moved easily with confidence. She had no desire to startle him, but if he was pack now, he ought to be playing with them and not standing off like a spectating ghost. As she drew up close, she sniffed the air surrounding him to get a better grasp of his scent. Another playful growl rumbled through her and one single paw came up to swipe at him. She needed him to play too. If she had the distraction of both Jo and Sam running with her, then she could fight the desire to howl in misery towards the moon. Even as a human, Farren could not let her grief show, but the moon brought out some things she would rather remain hidden.