|sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may,|
Jo was right, this wasn't something that Sam was accustomed to and so when Farren bolted his way, even at reduced speed, his body rocked back a little, bracing itself for an impact the likes of which he had experienced countless times back in Montana. Sam wasn't unaccustomed to being the target of his packmates' aggression and there was a part of him that had been waiting for that to come up here, with the Summers wolves. What was confusing for him was the way Farren pulled up before colliding with him, lifting one leg to swipe a paw at him instead.
Sam didn't snap at her or bounce away from her, instead he stumbled back a little, thinking maybe she was telling him he was too close to her and her sister, that he was interfering.
That was when Jo arrived, stepping in close enough that he could hear that growl clearly. That confused him too. Was she growling at her sister? Why not at him? He was the outsider here, the intruder, shouldn't he be the one she was growling at? His attention was on the older of the two sisters when Jo closed the distance enough to bump her head against his lightly and he let out a quiet sound that would easily communicate his bewilderment to the other wolf. That had been a gentle contact, almost reassuring. Sam's weight shifted on his four paws and his bright eyes turned from one female to the other. Had he caused a problem here? Should he go?