Sam's attempt to call forth those who wished to leave, but none had answered. No one was willing to leave the Claymore pack, or at least brave enough to be truthful about whether they wanted to leave or not, and Sam was left standing a fool in front of all those who had pledged their allegiance to Luke and his foul intentions. Sam's head never lowered as he scanned the faces of the slowly growing crowd that scorned at him, and Rick was only growing angry with every passing moment that Sam stood before him. The silence after Sam's howl lasted for several minutes, before it was finally broke again by Rick yelling at Sam, about how he and the car full of misfits that left were all alone, and Sam grew angry as well, but he restricted himself from acting and simply released a hefty howl, this time a vocal signal. It was deep, and low, but carried so much weight as it filled the air. This was Sam's resignation and notice that he was more then happy to leave. His paws dug into the dirt as he turned and started walking away from Rick, and he lowered his head to latch his muzzle onto his pants, which were folded up with all of his clothes in them, but his shoes were left behind. He began walking down the garage's path to the gate with his clothes in his jaws and his dignity fully in tact.