Lauren wasn't all that surprised that werewolves were driven to have large families; it was the pack mentality. She was always interested in seeing how much the animal side bled into the human, however. It was a big contrast from her own upbringing; she was the only child of only children, so after her parents had died and she'd gone to live with her grandparents, there were no cousins or aunts and uncles. There was the close-knit tribe living in Chinle, but she'd never been accepted as one of them. Her entire life had been spent on the outside looking in. Truth be told, she'd never really felt the loss of her parents all that keenly; they'd died when she was three, and she barely had any memories of them of her own. And though she still keenly felt the divide between her and the tribe, the desire to have a place to belong to beating strongly at her when she was in Chinle, she knew she'd always have a home with her grandmother.
So maybe she envied the wolves a little bit. She was still on the hunt for a wolf skin, which would be the first animal she had with any strong pack instincts.
"Makes sense," she commented simply, then rolled her eyes at his teasing. Okay, so they both knew Jones wasn't her real last name. She wasn't sure she should've given him her first name, though that was too late. The little wolf cub's antics made her smile for real, and she was distracted enough by the sight of the baby sliding off his head and clinging to the back of his shirt to allow herself to be steered out the door. "I'll have them back tomorrow," she said, fully intending to keep that promise. "I appreciate the loan."