This, she could work with. Not only was there a mutual understanding that the sisters were consoling each other in the best way their wolf selves knew how, but out the corner of her eye Jo saw Sam lie down, which was in itself a better reaction than she could have hoped for. He was here, he was a part of them, but he didn't want to join the roughest entertainment - and that was okay. At least he hadn't left or really put himself at a distance. This was good. Soon enough Jo was back to focusing on Farren and her relentless playfulness - because her sister could be exhausting and playing with her was always invariably good exercise. Perhaps Jo needed that. Nothing like physical exertion to take her mind off of thoughts, and doubly so in wolf form.
This time the bump to her head hadn't caught Jo off guard, and at least she only staggered back a step instead of losing her balance completely. She barked in response to her sister, though one might have sworn it almost sounded like laughter. Barking wasn't so much their cup of tea. When Farren made for Sam Jo followed, standing away just enough not to crowd him while Farren rounded the shy wolf. She could see what Farren was trying to do, and it warmed her heart. If ever there was any doubt that underneath all that biting sarcasm was a lot of love (tough though it may be), one needed only see Farren in the full moon.
Bracing for impact, Jo tried her best not to flinch as Farren got closer to her again, opening her eyes proper when she realized impact wasn't going to occur. In the moment between Farren's abrupt stop and her howl, Jo snagged a lick at her sister's nose, then joined her in the howling. As it turned out, maybe being completely alone wasn't what she had needed that full moon. Maybe family was, instead.