[b][color=8493ca][center]Sam – Geri[/center]
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Sam rubbed a hand across her face, briefly hiding her eyes behind the stretch of her long fingers. She felt a subtle weariness in her bones that went beyond the exertions of a single day, but knew there wasn't time to dwell on such things when she was needed. Staring at the limp forms of her pack members, Sam gave a slight nod in Markus' direction. She paused to scent the wind, following the direction from whence it came with somber dark eyes.

[color=8882be]“Of course.”[/color]

Shoving her hair out of her face, Sam gave herself a brisk shake and began to hunch down to welcome the shift. The wolf, already anxious to be free, sprang forward and burst past the barrier of her homid form, causing a swift and violent shift. Her brown eyes grew amber in hue, appearing luminescent against the background of her dark fur. Giving a shake that was part surprise and discomfort, Sam lowered herself into a stretch before trotted forward to stand near Markus' flank. She settled down on her haunches, only to shift impatiently when a howl rose up in answer to Markus. 

The grey wolf was quick to follow up on his howl, appearing just beyond the edge of the clearing. Sam's ears swiveled to attention as she waited for him to suggest friend or foe. As the strange wolf's eyes turned to look at the bodies, Sam moved instinctively. Hackles raising as she moved to hide her fallen pack members from the stranger's sight in a fairly protective gesture, Sam hoped he wouldn't think of attacking in the bloodlust of hunger. A thin growl trickled past her muzzle.