She smiled up at her. "I'm from Brazil." The next thing she figured was if the girl was going to ask her how she got all the way here from Brazil. Claire would usually just followed her nose. She went where the wind would take her and had no doubts about other werewolves, but her history was pretty odd. She had been looking for that one wolf that changed her life and she swore she wouldn't die until she found him.<br/><br/>"I had to get away, my mother was a whore born in the Projects of the 'red light' district. It's really a bad place for those that are soft of heart. People always try to take advantage of you wherever you go. No matter how young or how old, someone is looking to use you. "she said before strumming the string of her guitar. With her keen hearing she could hear the other two getting it on downstairs and thought a little music might drown it out. "You said something about Clear Spring, what exactly is that?" she asked the girl of curiosity sensing that ancient lycan  sauntering around the house in the dark. That guy she had gotten odd vibes from-which peaked her curiosity.