It was difficult to form a bond of trust with another. It was something that was not necessary easily gained or given, especially when the most basic form of trust was severed. When a child is born, whether they are Were or not, the first thing they form a trust with was their parents, and soon the rest of the family. The bond she had created with her Mother was strong, at first, but because she was Alpha she had pack business to attend and so she was rarely around. However, her Father remained taking care of the pack. He was not familiar with raising pups, most males couldn't comprehend the basic thing that every child craved. Recognition. She was never one that sought to have the attention always on her. Rather she didn't mind being ignored, or looked over, but every now and then she wished she could have eyes on her, from someone she looked up to. However, through mistakes and accidents that she could not control and her pack could not fix, none of that would come to be. Instead of having prideful eyes set on her, they were replaced with cold glares and punitive stares. More importantly, a lesson was learned at such a tender age, be careful what you wish for.



The obsidian dyed wolf had managed to lead the scarlet fox to a suitable hiding place. Of course, she had to do all the work, but it was something she was accustomed to doing. After all, no one had bothered to look after her, let alone keep her out of harms way. She had to learn on her own and perhaps that was for the best. It was natural for her to at least want to take the lead on something, whether it was from the fact she had been self-sufficient for so long or the blood that ran through her veins, it only felt natural to run in front ahead of the fox. Whenever she was around the WereLeopard, it was a struggle for her to follow him sometimes. As male it was instincts that was telling her to follow him, but being on her own for so long, she knew what was best for her, because she was the only one to decide such a thing. However, each time she spent a little bit of time with him, she was getting much better and the internal struggle would die down. It could be said that she was forming some sort of trust with him, when he would lead them to whatever he wanted, but trust was a two-way street and it was hard to tell if they were even trying to do so in the first place. As for whatever was going on between her and the fox, well, it was plainly clear that this particular fragile bond was one-sided. The fox had everything to lose.



When she successfully returned from leading the Dark Hunter away and following nothing but the figment of his imagination, she would return swiftly back towards the creature she had willingly helped. As to why she did such a thing that in itself, would remain unknown. Tilting her head to the side, she observed the crimson colored smaller canine emerge carefully from the hidden boxes. There was a puzzled expression on her scarred face when she noticed how the other cowered, her ears were lying flat against her skull, her lowered tail swayed side to side, and for a moment the wolf took great pleasure in seeing such a thing. Never before had another showed her this form of submission before, or another other type of submission. Not knowing how to react she would just stare. One grey trimmed ear twitched when she heard the humble stuttering of gratitude. Tilting her head to the other side she uttered a deadpan response, a statement she believed to be true, although it was gargled and slow. For a while now, her feral mind would come to play and speech was not natural for an animal.



"Fox...would have...died."



Now that she had some time to investigate she would use it to her advantage. Her towering form moved towards the fox, head low and tail hanging loosely behind her as her cold nose moved back and forth. Both grey tipped ears were pointed in interest as she studied the fox. Her muzzle would be inches away from the girl as she picked up the various scents on her. Blue-grey eyes narrowed when felt the fear oozing off the fox, growling softly at sensing such a thing. It was common, in her pack, to be taught that to feel fear was weakness and so, naturally she would pin-point this fault. Although really, she couldn't correct the fox, because she displayed fear as well, in certain circumstances. Moving slowly, she would circle the creature catching the barest scent of others, similar to her species, but the scent wasn't as strong. With a slight wag of her tail, black lips pulled back it what appeared to be an attempt to show a small grin.



"No...pack? Me neither."



As soon as she was done surveying the fox she would return standing in front of the smaller canine. It wasn't every day she came across someone that didn't carry a strong scent of their old pack. She was not one to pry or ask questions, at least this part of her humanity remained even though she was still within this form. Quietly she would bend her legs lying down on the cold cement within the dark alley way. Her tense form relaxed, if only slightly, as her head would lie on the ground. The scars that were etched within her flesh held dark, deeper shadows, caused by the pale moonlight as it barely peeked through the clouds above. She was allowing the fox a sort of, privilege...she could examine as she wished.



"Don't...be afraid...won't...attack."



She had no reason to inflict pain on the fox. At least...not yet.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven