Clare blushed back, nodding slightly. "Alright... Well, er... Like I said, I was adopted after some sort of accident that killed my parents," she said, rubbing the back of her head. "I went to some pretty nice schools, but I had to put up with some jerks at times. Bullies or perverts or whatever." The wolf chuckled. "... I got in trouble a lot because I kept fighting back." Clare rubbed behind one of her ears, then frowned when she touched one of her earrings. "I don't like having these piercings," she said. "I only wear them because a friend of mine was afraid I'd get raped because of- in her words- 'how beautiful I am'." The wolf slumped forward a little onto the table, resting her head on her crossed arms and looking cross. "It's not like anyone could, anyway... They'd die first," she murmured.