sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
It continued to confuse Sam that the wolves in the Summers Pack weren't provoked by his actions the way those back in Montana had been so constantly. This trip in and of itself was confusing enough, Sam had never been permitted to go anywhere with any of the others and he had been so sheltered and restricted when it came to life outside the pack's home that the majority of this town was overwhelming to him for the simple fact that he could wander around it. There were so many places he hadn't been in so long that he had forgotten all about them, so many simple things that were so normal to everyone else around him but so overwhelming and so bewildering to him. It was things like that that made Sam feel small and out of place, they made him feel exactly like what the others back in Montana had told him he was. Useless.
Farren was the one person in the pack he had thought might at least snarl at him for making a mistake -- with the exception of Julian, the tall male he'd met upon his arrival -- so when she didn't do that Sam faltered, failing to move forward as she did and therefore lagging behind by the time she asked him those questions. "I--" When someone asked him a question he had to answer but this was one he hadn't been asked before. It reminded him of when Jo had made lunch for him and how he hadn't known what to say about what he liked because opinions were things Omegas weren't supposed to have for themselves. Sam shook his head a little, his voice quiet but not so hushed that Farren wouldn't be able to hear him when he said, "I eat what I'm allowed to eat." Maybe allowed wasn't the right word to use. Perhaps he should have structured that sentence differently. It was too late now.