She was always more distant with her sisters, never estranged just, not nearly as okay with sitting still for long when it came to bonding type things. She wouldn’t ever say she didn’t know them, far from that, it was more an issue of movement where Corey was far more sporadic and unpredictable. She knew Chance and the steadiness she craved in those ways, knew Cade in her content just curling up with a book but it wasn’t Corey, the three of them vastly different but tied by the same roots and that came with families, she supposed, it was all of them and their little quirks and habits and comforts that didn’t often reflect each other’s but worked fine in tandem. She’d never pretend to know anything or anyone but herself but she knew some things. “Mom’s good with meat, blood, blood, and more blood. You have Momma’s low-iron. I can smell it, so Cade should be able to. I just like the blood.” She smiles lightly, though already moving to jump straight down from the tree branch and fluidly to the ground below, her gun strap brought back up to her shoulder as she moved to the hole to pick up the animal gently by the scruff. Male. “I’ll make you something better than rabbit unless you want to hunt.” She gently placed the rabbit back to the leaves and turned to her sister. “Wolves. There’s a lazy one around and once I let him borrow Harry Potter it’ll likely be worse.” She tells her, mostly kidding and going on Dom’s words he’d given her himself.
Boots hitting the ground, her eyes followed her sister, watching her and moving slowly after her, pulling another hit off her joint. It helped sometimes, keeping her more relaxed and her free hand ran through her hair as she moved, listening to Corey and chuckling lightly under her breath. "I crave the blood. Mom steals my ice, like it stands a chance against my baby-hybrid jaw." she mused, flicking loose ash to the ground. "I don't really feel like hunting, honestly." she told her, her voice quiet but steady and she watched as she moved to the rabbit only to put him back down, making her brows crease. Her sister just as quickly answered the question there but her words made her nose scrunch. "Lazy wolves?" Chance shook her head lightly, moving a little closer but not looking at the rabbit. "Wouldn't think there'd be such a thing. Predator by nature, though outmatched by many." she murmured, taking a final hit off the roll between her fingers before she flicked it away, releasing the smoke slowly. "I heard a wolf last full moon." she told her, knowing there were a fair few around and Chance moved with her sister, though her steps were slower but longer, keeping up with her mostly but staying a little behind too.
