Chance's tent was placed further away from the others as he liked his privacy and it helped to keep them safe from him. He also knew that they did not completely understand why he kept more to himself then interact with them. That was alright with him, he didn't mind being alone, it actually soothed him in a way that even the fortune teller could not understand.

The dark haired male, yawned and stretched as he moved out of his tent, heading to the one that was often used for showers. For he had done it again. Woke up covered in blood that he had no clue where it had come from. The last thing that he needed was for someone to see it and then question him about it. How was he suppose to tell them that he had no clue where it came from. That he killed things in his sleep. No, it was best to wash the evidence away and pretend that it never happened to begin with.

Once he was scrubbed freshly clean, he tied back his hair as he made his way towards the animal tent to feed his animal family. He whistled slightly as he finally opened the flap, smiling at his family that soon surrounded him. If anyone walked in at that moment they would have just heard a bunch of animal noises coming out of him.

He was talking and interacting with his darling companions, oh how he loved them greatly. He petted them, hugging, even kissing the top of their heads as he passed out their meals. Animals that normally do not interact with each other or that normal eat each other were getting along and not ripping each other apart. This was his family, this is whom he constantly shared his living with. At this point in time, he was unaware that Cairan was on his way over.