Sam
As Sam led James along Markus' trail, she took note of his words as they slipped across the surface of her mind. His voice had a pleasant tenor, though as yet the fellow still didn't stand out strongly to the Geri. She didn't suppose a new environment amongst strangers and dead werewolves was really the place to shine, so Sam didn't really try to hard to get a grasp of the fellow's true character. If he stuck around, she would make sure to learn about him.
Time would tell if she could trust him as part of the pack or if he would need to be chased out, since part of Sam's job as Geri was to protect the pack and keep an eye on things. Too many new werewolves could be dangerous, since it held the potential to cause dissention among the ranks if the newcomers were not as benevolent as they would seem. Markus was a fairly astute leader, but Sam still felt the value in having multiple eyes watching out for trouble.
As the hunting cabin came into sight, Sam couldn't help but respond to James' rather dreary response.
Then what do you live for?Once she ended up at the cabin, Sam turned to James.
Shift back to homid form, please. Feeling assured that if the wolf tried anything, Markus was mere feet away, Sam crumpled to the ground and let the shift draw the human out from the wolf. She lost considerable mass, dark fur receding until only the mass of heavy dark tendrils swung around her bare shoulders and down her back. Standing straight, she gave James a look that could be constued as a warning and pushed open the cabin's door.
She moved with a casualness that suggested nudity was not abnormal nor something to become concerned over, since it was a common occurrence to shift and not always have clothing nearby. Becoming comfortable was a necessity in a pack of their size, and pack manners dictated that unless otherwise indicated as wanted, it was faux pas to address another werewolf's nudity. Offering a smile at the welcoming heat that billowed outward from the open door, Sam stepped inside.
Sasha
Names had little value to Sasha, so she wasn't overly concerned with North's unwillingness to provide a name she'd been given by someone else anyway. Instead, she focused on the real issue at hand, surfing through memories and plucking words she'd heard from her mate when he had first been helping her control the wild wolf that came snarling out with ease and frequency in her first few months.
Meditate. Calm your wolf... put it to sleep, kind of, like using a lullaby. When you're in lycaon form, you blend with the wolf and stand side by side in a way. In lupus form, the wolf has the wheel and is awake. If you lull the wolf sufficiently, you might be able to shift back without our Ulfric's aid. You're in a state of distress, so your wolf half is the stronger for that, but if you let it think it's time to relax, it may step back.Sasha leaned forward, propping her arms on her knees as she addressed North. Her ears constantly shifted as sounds carried through the house, on high alert for any shouts or screams that might be issued from outside. She hoped to be of help to North, since she wasn't sure when Markus would be back.