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Dec. 18th, 2009
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There really wasn't a lot Sam could do as a wolf when he was stuck inside, he quickly realized. He wasn't allowed outside on his own, and the only reason he would was to go to the bathroom and that was not an experience he enjoyed the first time. He was getting used to it now - when you have to go, you have to go - but he much preferred the human way of doing that.
He had spent a good portion of the last few days in his room, trying to focus and get turned back. He looked out the window, though, and saw the full moon and lamented and decided that it wasn't going to happen until after the moon had finished it's cycle. At least not when he was still learning this. So he made his way downstairs slowly as to not fall down them again, and then went in front of the fireplace and laid down. At least it was warm here, and when the rest of the pack came home, they'd know he was still there, still stuck and bored.
Maybe someone would take pity on him. Like Heather. Heather really wanted to take care of him, and he didn't mind it at all. She was around his age, and there was just something about her sweet, free spirit that really made him want to know more about her. He could just sit with her for hours and talk and be happy. Of course right now the talking was limited to one sided, but he didn't care. And for some reason she really knew how to scratch his head to make him feel good.
But he knew he should keep a distance from her. He was going to be leaving back with his brother when he was ready to leave, and her place was here with the pack. In the end, she would only get hurt and he knew it. But he missed having someone there for him, and she genuinely wanted to spend time with him. As the days went by he let his guard slip more and more, knowing it was going to hurt, but there was still a long time before that was going to happen. And who knew, maybe something would change.
( . . . )
lieu_murphyThere really wasn't a lot Sam could do as a wolf when he was stuck inside, he quickly realized. He wasn't allowed outside on his own, and the only reason he would was to go to the bathroom and that was not an experience he enjoyed the first time. He was getting used to it now - when you have to go, you have to go - but he much preferred the human way of doing that.
He had spent a good portion of the last few days in his room, trying to focus and get turned back. He looked out the window, though, and saw the full moon and lamented and decided that it wasn't going to happen until after the moon had finished it's cycle. At least not when he was still learning this. So he made his way downstairs slowly as to not fall down them again, and then went in front of the fireplace and laid down. At least it was warm here, and when the rest of the pack came home, they'd know he was still there, still stuck and bored.
Maybe someone would take pity on him. Like Heather. Heather really wanted to take care of him, and he didn't mind it at all. She was around his age, and there was just something about her sweet, free spirit that really made him want to know more about her. He could just sit with her for hours and talk and be happy. Of course right now the talking was limited to one sided, but he didn't care. And for some reason she really knew how to scratch his head to make him feel good.
But he knew he should keep a distance from her. He was going to be leaving back with his brother when he was ready to leave, and her place was here with the pack. In the end, she would only get hurt and he knew it. But he missed having someone there for him, and she genuinely wanted to spend time with him. As the days went by he let his guard slip more and more, knowing it was going to hurt, but there was still a long time before that was going to happen. And who knew, maybe something would change.
( . . . )