"Besides you?" he murmured. It was barely audible, but he knew T'Challa could hear it. The Dora Milaje definitely had, judging by the way their muscles tensed.

"Come run with me tonight," he offered in a more normal tone of voice. Another offer that he knew would be refused, but he made it anyway. Sam had never had a pack to run with during the moon, and something inside him yearned for company, even if that company happened to be feline.