"It'd be more room than I have to run right now." Sam huffed. They begrudgingly let him run around the palace grounds as a human, although he could feel the guards' eyes on him constantly, but he knew damn well the courtesy, such as it was, wouldn't extend to his wolf form. It was annoying as hell for someone driven by instinct to run and hunt in his animal form, but he had respected the Wakandans' wishes so far.

That didn't mean he wasn't annoyed by it.

"You ever get distracted by laser pointers? Want to chase the little dot around?" Sam squirmed under T'Challa. Although he got more aggressive before the full moon, that wasn't the only instinct that became sharper, and his body chose to remind him of that fact with the full weight of the panther resting on top of him. Crap. Sam twisted out from under him and rolled up onto his feet again. It was definitely better to put some distance between them, if he could.