Sam
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
Sam was a little nervous as he approached the trees. He had so cavalierly signed up for this and yet he didn't actually know how to do any of it. What if he was about to awfully embarrass himself in front of Remi, whom he had just fixed his relationship with?
As always with spontaneous plans, he felt worse about it by the second.
But Remi's gentle smile and question did soften his heart a little. Sam nodded, though he felt anything but ready. As before even though it was not included in Remi's instructions he held out his arms and outstretched his fingers; possibly some kind of muscle memory or instinct.
He thought of raccoons as best he could, though truthfully he wasn't entirely sure he'd ever seen one. Concentrating hard, his nose wrinkled and eyes screwed shut, Sam didn't notice himself beginning to shift into a small, reddish raccoon.
As always with spontaneous plans, he felt worse about it by the second.
But Remi's gentle smile and question did soften his heart a little. Sam nodded, though he felt anything but ready. As before even though it was not included in Remi's instructions he held out his arms and outstretched his fingers; possibly some kind of muscle memory or instinct.
He thought of raccoons as best he could, though truthfully he wasn't entirely sure he'd ever seen one. Concentrating hard, his nose wrinkled and eyes screwed shut, Sam didn't notice himself beginning to shift into a small, reddish raccoon.
