Today already started off to be a fairly good day. She was able to make breakfast for everyone without having Tobias steal their plate. She finished up the rest of the documents Tetradore needed to be completed. Her companion was busy with Jackal doing God knows what and Nadya was somewhere out and about. Serafina did not need her for today and so what was the humble werewolf to do all alone? Read. For once she would not be interrupted by anyone or anything. Happily she was curled neatly in the hammock she shared with her spotted deviant, her sole focus on each word that leapt off the page and created within her mind a visual of the scenes in the book taking place. She was induced in this world, fully submerged, sitting still, barely breathing, hardly noticing anyone or anything. Committed fully to start this particular new book from first to finish, the sequel to this very book sitting on the bookshelf waiting for her attention. It was the sudden touch from Samantha that caused the girl to appear startled, her arm swaying back and forth to pry herself loose, the canine not one that appreciated touch from strangers. Sam may be some sort of paramour to her Alpha, but that didn't mean Raven trusted her completely. Softly she protested Sam's desire to take her shopping, informing the girl that Nayda was far better suited for such an adventure. However, the mention of Tetradore and his order for her to accompany Sam on this trip made the girl submit to Sam as she followed the girl out, placing her book in the hammock sadly.

As they sat in the taxi she hardly listened to Sam prattle on about clothes and what she was looking for. Blue-grey eyes stared out of the taxi window, sighing softly, as she watched the familiarity of the West district changed to the town. She was not a creature that was so particularly concerned about her appearance. Claw marks over her face wasn't really something she wanted to show off, let alone all the other scars. Clothes were not important to her. They were just pieces of colored fabrics that cost a lot of money. Having everyone's attention was not her cup of tea. Tobias on the other hand craved it. Raven appreciated staying in the shadows, she was happy to walk in public in tattered and baggy clothes, preferring to stay hidden right out in the open. Being overlooked was acceptable to her. All she could feel in the car was absolute dread at the very thought of stepping into a shop. The last time she walked into a clothing shop was with Nadya and Alexis, and it wasn't her ideal enjoyable moment. As the car pulled to a stop in front of one of those boutiques she followed Sam out of the car, cringing for a moment when the stepped through the shop's door. Quietly she followed the farie giving a slight shrug at the mention of Nadya in regards to the shopping trip and the clothes that she wore. Clothes that the werewolf did not approve of and found quite inappropriate, but that was her opinion. Muttering softly she crossed her arms, highly uncomfortable being in an unfamiliar place, eyes roaming over the colorful items displayed messily along the racks.

"Not really no. Her style of clothing is poor."

Raven was entitled to her opinion and she was attempting to be very careful with her choice of words. Who knew what Sam would say to Tetradore. The last thing she needed was to deal with a fight. For a moment her arms would unfold the moment Sam turned around and placed some sort of shirt against her frame. Puzzled she stared at it and then looked back at Sam. It was her words that caused Raven to actually look her in the eye for a moment. Compliments weren't phrases she was accustomed to and it was rare for her to hear anything in regards to her looks. Unsure with what to say she blinked silently for a moment her lips hardly twitching upwards. She could not believe what Sam said about her being pretty and she wasn't quite sure how to explain how she was wrong, so she just stood there awkwardly. Tilting her head to the side she focused on a new word 'fitted' which resulted in her questioning and disagreeing with this concept of 'fitted' clothes.

"But I don't like tight clothes."

Flinching when Sam turned to reach for her hair she went still for a moment, feeling some of her golden-brown curls be tucked behind her ear. Touch was a difficult thing to accept and trust not knowing that the other would not harm her. Even with Tobias it had taken much time and experience to know and understand that he would not harm her. His touch was welcoming, from playing with her curls, to tracing the scars along her arm, each touch was kind, bold in some ways, but always gentle. Sam Raven did not know very well and although she doubted the girl would do anything to harm her...that didn't mean Raven would not be cautious. Slowly she nodded her head not quite sure what Sam had in mind with what she wanted to do with styling her hair.

"Um...sure?"

As Sam turned around to look through the racks, Raven silently followed after her looking at the large amount of clothes not quite sure why there had to be so much. It was the mention of jeans that caused her to question Sam again and properly explain to the girl that if she wanted to provide sweets to the Panther and Leopard she would have to ensure there was enough...to feed an elephant.

"How can you show legs in jeans? We'll have to buy a lot of sweets. Tobias would eat an entire candy shop if he could. Tetradore and Tobias are very serious about sweets."

Raven Clocksworth.