Not once did Farren stop to think about how easy it was to show how she was feeling in wolf form. Her expressions were easy to read with the way that her tail or her ears might be laying. It was easier to show affection this way too; the little bumps and tackles that she used to play with her family were the same gestures she used to show them she cared about them. On any given day, it was clear that she was more wolf than girl because of that. Vocalizing what was going on in her head (besides rage and sarcasm) was something beyond her and she struggled with telling her siblings how much she cared about them. Not that it was something that she wanted to do often, but at least the fact was well known when it was the animal everyone saw.
She was just as clueless as her sister when it came to encouraging Sam to play, but her thoughts were forced to leave the white wolf and focus on Jo when she came tackling her. Farren had no choice but to watch her sister roll around on the ground. Her tail stirred in amusement at her sister's actions, but it wasn't until Jo jumped up and started to run that Farren started. She twitched and her jaw came to close her mouth as she studied her sister's movements. At the last second, she realized that her sister was headed towards her and she only had the time to brace herself for the inevitable collision. She rolled easily to the ground and a playful growl rumbled through her as she ended up on her back with her legs splayed in the air. She wormed on the ground until she was hunched upright. She glanced over at Sam and saw him lying there not too far away. At least he didn't look like he might sprint away without a second's warning. She supposed it was his way of being comfortable, but it wasn't really what she had wanted from him. In what could have been a wolf-shrug, Farren shook her head and jumped towards her sister, both of her front paws coming up as she gave a little hop on her back ones. Her feet came down as she swiped at Jo and she lunged head first to bump her sister. The gesture was much like what she had done to Sam earlier, but there was more force behind it this time because when Farren played, she played.
After the bump, Farren turned and barked, the sound harsher than any that the domestic breed could make. She then kicked her feet up and began to sprint around Sam, just close enough to make sure he felt included, but not quite close enough to make him feel threatened. She circled him twice before she ran back towards Jo, barreling as hard as she could before slamming on her brakes at the last second so that she skidded to a stop right in front of the black wolf. She then threw her head back and sent a joyful howl towards the moon.