Unfortunately, Raven did not respond well to anyone that screamed at her or spoke to her in such an aggravated tone. Mentally she would shut down. Her mind doing whatever it could in order to protect the woman. Any time someone yelled at her she was always physically attacked. In order to keep herself safe she would shut down, make herself grow numb, just to ensure she could salvage any well-being she could have. Some were capable or reacting and being pushed when someone hollered at them, but Raven was not that type at all. After explaining to her witch how she couldn't react well to that sort of treatment, the raven-haired woman vouched that she would not treat her that way, and that Azrael wouldn't either. Sitting on her stool, shivering from shock, she still noticed how her witch's boyfriend was attempting to behave himself. Which led the she-wolf attempting to be civil as well. As she explained to him what had occurred only moments ago she noticed how his golden eyes remained locked upon her, making her feel extremely uneasy. She hated attention, every single form of it. His inquiry to be shown the medallion was met with a suspicious look, allowing him to see it just enough for him to observe, before bringing it back close to her. Noticeably wincing there was a look of hurt in her eyes as she looked back at the bloodstained medallion.

It wasn't fair that the older Were died over this. If it was just an 'Alpha amulet' then why in the world would someone kill for it...if it was useless. Someone had to know and the only person she knew that was Icelandic was the white horse. With a look of defeat she sighed softly. It was when Ludo spoke up that caused her head to turn in his direction. A grateful small simper was thrown his way pleased to see someone else didn't agree that the medallion was useless. There was no need to argue with him on whether or not there was any value in the medallion. He had already made his point crystal clear. She had doubts. She did not want to speak to Frost, but it seemed that she would have to. He did owe her a favor, but she didn't want to waste it away. If she used that favor for this and it turned out to be nothing then it would have been a complete waste. There was always a chance that favor could be used for something far more important than the probability of this medallion being important or not. Frowning she receded back into her mind thinking things over until she heard the Dark Hunter speak about how even her own testimonial was inadequate. Blue-grey eyes narrowed as she looked back up at the man, not irritated with him, but at the council he served.

"It wasn't just my word. I shared that memory with you all, visual evidence. That should have been enough. It's heavily biased you know. I come forward and then nothing happens, this really doesn't help with the Dark Hunters and supernatural creatures relationships."

If supernatural creatures cannot rely on the Council then what good were they? If the Council came to her for help she had it in mind to simply refuse. If they couldn't assure her of her very own safety within this city with that damn rogue running about and torturing other creatures then why should she ever do anything for them? Besides, that man found the one individual she was absolutely terrified of. Ever since that night she hadn't ran into that familiar scent of her very own Father. It would be so much easier if she believed that the return of her Father was nothing more than a ghost. Sadly though she knew otherwise. If they could catch that damn Dark Hunter then maybe, just maybe they could find him. Tetradore said he would handle him, but how could he when he couldn't be found? She had no interest in going towards Frost directly, not unless it was a last resort. Maybe the Dark Hunter Frost was with was able to show some mercy...although any Dark Hunter with Frost may not be that merciful at all. Taking a sip of her drink she responded weakly.

"Who's his Dark Hunter, maybe I could ask him to help me get Frost's testimony. That Dark Hunter shouldn't be on the street."

Looking back at the bloodstained medallion she continued to frown pondering. Quietly she listened to the conversation between the two Dark Hunters. The only time she ever saw Dark Hunters conversing amongst one another was when they were hunting or while there was a Council meeting. There were times when she had to appear before them as a representative for her pack, being told the ongoing of the city. Tetradore had no need to attend such things, but she always did relay them to him if he ever asked, which was never. Finishing the rest of her glass she gently set it down looking over at the two of them, watching them carefully. It was that question about her affiliation that made the lupine shake her head, but give him a polite smile all the same.

"I'm not originally from around here, and no, I don't work for the Council...I don't belong to a Dark Hunter. Az and I just know each other."

Blue-grey eyes shifted towards Azrael. Like all Dark Hunters she was aware that they didn't like being around supernatural creatures, unless they had to be. She wasn't going to be the one to share his relationship with her witch.

Raven Clocksworth.