The truth was, while Farren understood that she needed to be easier and gentler around Sam, she didn't understand why exactly. A part of her assumed that it was just him being skittish around the pack since he was so new and there was history between the Summers' and his family. She didn't realize that there was more to it, but she wanted to show Sam that whatever doubts or worries he had about being around the pack could be put to rest. What little she had seen him and spoke to him, Farren had gathered that Sam was a decent sort of person. She trusted just about as well as she showed affection, but she didn't pick up any bad vibes from the other wolf and that put her at ease with him being around the rest of her family.
When Jo growled at Farren, she took a step back and tilted her head to the side. She watched her sister trot up to Sam and boop his head with hers. She watched them for a moment, a thought stirring in the back of her mind. A suspicion that had barely sprouted when she was playing games with her sister. She didn't know if she was right or even if it mattered, but the thought was enough to shake her. She sneezed and shook her head, letting the movement travel down her spine and through her tail. This was something to analyze a little later, after she had watched the other two wolves for a bit longer. She moved forward, making a playful sound as she did to show her sister that she understood to hold back. She pawed at her sister and nipped at the thicker scruff behind her ear.
She turned to Sam and mirrored her sister's gesture of bumping him with her head, but she touched his shoulder gently and took a few steps back and looked at him expectantly. She wanted to play and it wasn't fair to exclude him, but there was no way to force him. So, she needed him to feel comfortable enough to want to play. She turned her attention back to Jo, almost asking her sister for help.