She doesn't really know what that's like, she's never had anything she'd call a pack, but then she's never been a werewolf. Still, she knows she misses her family, all their craziness and everything, sometimes like she'd miss a limb. So she nods as she looks over at him, giving a faint smile.

"Yeah," she says. "It must be."

But then her smile widen and she snorts. "Says your world, bro. Darrow rules are probably different."