|sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may,|
This sort of pack interaction was probably always going to be strange to Sam, even between siblings. He hadn't had any siblings growing up, none of the others had taken to him that way as they had among themselves in some cases and that had never struck him as either a good or bad thing before. It had just been. He hadn't thought anything of it because it had never really occurred to him what it might be like to have siblings. Watching Jo and Farren now he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have a brother or a sister. No part of his brain, especially the part that was wolf, had the answer to that so it was dismissed, cast aside, or at least boxed away for later, for the times when he was by himself and such thoughts could take their time twisting into one form or another.
Farren's little bump of her head against his shoulder, gentle as it was, was still unexpected to Sam but he realised it wasn't unpleasant. She wasn't chiding or chastising him, she wasn't trying to warn him away from her sister or teach him how he ought to behave in this situation. Another small sound rolled in his throat and he watched her, his gaze drawn towards Jo when the younger of the two sisters started to roll and then bound around.
Sam did the only thing he knew to do, the only thing he could think of to do: he sat down. Neither Jo nor Farren had chased him away, neither one of them had snarled or snapped at him, and so it seemed it was okay for him to stay. Sitting on the ground he watched them play together, going on to lower himself that little bit closer to the ground. It was comfortable, actually, lying there, and watching the two sisters play together was interesting to him. All in all it didn't seem like a bad way to spend the full moon, even if it was something he hadn't expected or prepared for.