Samuel toiled his hands around a series of metal fixtures and bulging pistons. His figure bent over and framed by the body of a car hood. He was in the Pack's garage working on the engine of an older car, a 1999 Buick Grand Avenue to be specific. The care was grey with the burgundy factory interior and wood-lined panels. It was a clean car, to say the least, but it was all stock and not exactly a drag monster. 

Samuel pulled back from the car and lowered the hood before wiping his grease-coated right hand over his forehead. This action smeared another small coat of black sludge over the already dirty face he wore and he only chuckled to himself as the thought of the grease slipped his mind. He turned to look out from the Garage's main door into the nearby scenery and he smiled at the sight of the wilderness. He leaned back against the pronounced bumper pad the car had and crossed his arms over his chest. The warmth of the day seeped through the doorway of the garage and over Samuel to bring him a sensation of peacefulness, but the slight noise he heard from the Alpha's office was signal enough that peace was all, but present. He blocked out the anger-fueled words and furrowed his brow in annoyance, but quickly gave up trying to fight this and sacrificed his peace for a shower. 

He left the garage moving up the stairs to the showers, once there he closed himself in, stripped himself of his jeans and the ratty tank top he worked in, and then climbed in to take a long needed shower. He took his time, but didn't stay for too long, using the warm water as a stress relief while is mind wandered and he cleaned himself up. Once out of the shower though he wrapped a white towel around his waist and let it drape over his legs, then he marched out and into where he bunked to fetch some clothes. He peeled open a dresser next to his bed and poured through to find another pair of jeans, a white T-shirt, and the essentials of under garments before clothing himself and ten making his out into the backyard. He stood on the back patio and watched the birds fly overhead from the trees, the soft song they sang while they danced about was entertainment enough when someone mostly wanted to think, rather then bide their time. He took a seat after a few minutes of standing and began to watch everything more closely. The day was beautiful, the air was warm, and the sky was clear. This day was nearly perfect, but Samuel quickly eyed the seat next to him and collapsed half of his smile. He thought to himself of how the way a day like this could grow better, would be to have someone to share it with. His mind focused on the fact he was alone for a moment, but then adjusted itself quickly back to the beauty of the surrounding woods.