Karr surely did not have the nose that his father nor his half sister did. The result was that he did not rely on it as they did, he sniffed in emotions, but picking up the scents that were so uniquely someone were usually overlooked unless it was screamingly familiar. He glared at her, fighting the urge to grind his teeth as he tried to figure out just what was going on. His tongue played over the sharp tip of one short fang as he watched her, running different scenarios and possibilities through his mind.
His first reaction to her statement was a laughing scoff. Logan? Her father? Bullshit. He rolled his eyes and let his shoulders bounce in a long chuckle. "Right, girlie, try again," he rumbled, then studied her again. Wait... she did not smell like she was lying, no deception or concern about being believed. His eyes then dropped to her hands, remembering the claws. Wait--wait a goddman minute. His brows pulled sharply together as he all but glared daggers at her. "Tha hell do ya mean by that?" He demanded in an aggressive, growling tone. His teeth set together, lips pulling back to show them as he glared heatedly at her. Oh no, Karr was not happy about this, at all.