sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
For Sam it had always been easy to pick up on how others felt, emotions read as strongly to him as words from a page in any one of the books he was so fond of. For as long as he could remember he had been able to pick up on any number of indicators and signals in those around him, good or bad, and that stemmed very strongly, he knew, from his reliance upon his wolf side. Animals were so much better at reading body language than people ever would be and as in tune with his inner wolf as Sam was, equal parts man and animal at any one time -- if not more so the latter -- it was no surprise really that he was so adept at it as well. Had he been on the outside looking in, able to see himself, he would have recognise what Jo had as well, that he was nervous, anxious, muscles tight and tensed as though in preparation to run from danger.
Keeping his eyes averted from Jo's now Sam worried his lower lip between his teeth. On the one hand he didn't want to say more, didn't want to worry Jo when he didn't know for sure that something might be wrong. On the other he didn't want to lie to her. Lying was wrong. Dishonesty was disrespectful. "I thought--" His voice lodged in his throat, he had to swallow to free it up again and when he did his words were quieter afterwards, more hushed than before. "I thought I saw something." Something bad. That much was probably obvious.