Jo had been worried about Sam before. In fact, she was sure she worried about him every second of the day, sometimes more noticeably than others. Yet she had never been so worried about Sam as she was right now. There was grass coming out from between his fingers, so hard was he digging them into the earth, and he was still not breathing right.
She didn't know what to do, but she needed to do something. Swallowing hard Jo reached into the part of her that was entirely a wolf, and dragged her knees closer to his legs, nuzzling against her shoulder while her hand rested lightly on his back. It would unnerve him at first, but knowing conditioning as much as she knew their behavior, if she never tried to get him to stop associating touching with violence, he never would. "It's okay, you're okay. I'm here, I'm not gonna hurt you. No one is. Breathe, please." After this she thought to abandon human communication entirely, emitting instead a faint whine of affection.