Sometimes kindness is not always seen as such a thing. The curly hairs woman didn't mean to cause the Fox-girl to feel disdain at the offer her carrying her. In her mind, the fox was much smaller, her leg movement could only take so much. Her home was far away and the fox had no idea. It was out of empathy she offered to carry the girl, with as much dignity as she could. She didn't mean any harm, but by the looks the woman was giving her she simply flinched averting her sadden eyes. Nodding her head once at the girl's promise, accepting it to end the matter, she turned to make her leave. While they walked side by side she made sure to keep her gait slow and steady, not wanting the fox to feel too exhausted. It was only when she got near her home did she lift her head. Hearing the gate slam behind them, she flinched, remembering the sound of cold steel smacking into one another when they locked her within her cage. Her nerves began to quicken when they entered her home, the feeling of being enclosed was strong. Although the house was spacious her sense that she was in a locked enclosure was enough to make her feel miserable. Perhaps she was not fit to live in a nice home whether it was because of this condition or the fact she hadn't lived in environment like this before.


While informing the girl what to do, should she feel more comfortable returning to her flesh, a faint smile could be seen on her scarred face as the fox brushed her cold nose against her leg. Giving a curt nod she would head for the kitchens, the need for sustenance was growing. While cooking their meal in the quiet kitchen, she would move quietly eyes watching the bread and cheese in the pan, using her wolfish ability to know when to flip the bread before it got burnt. It didn't take long to make a quick meal and so when she placed it on the table, she noticed how quickly the timid girl moved towards the table. As she sat down, one eye brow was raised as the now clothed girl began to devour her food, in a painfully obvious manner that she hadn't fed in a long while. Taking her toasted cheese sandwich she would calmly chew, swallowing her food before introducing herself.


"Raven."

One finger would tap the table in a rhythmic steady manner, her left foot bouncing up and down underneath the table. She wasn't used to making easy conversation with anyone. She wasn't used to be talked to. She was fine with being ignored, it was something she rather enjoyed, being left alone. Being trapped within a cage only gave her attention, attention she didn't feel it was necessary for her to have. Golden curls would fall over the left side of her face, hiding some of the scars, as she tilted her head down to continue eating in silence. There would be an uneasy pause before she murmured her inquiry.
"So, no pack? Well, you are all alone now. Any idea what you are going to do with your freedom?

It was an innocent question and she doubted the answer would be fully constructive. She didn't have a clue what she was going to do with herself once she got out. Yet she managed to get by. Apparently appeasing to a sister pack was enough to make them leave with enough cash to live on the rest of her life. But of course she couldn't sit around and do nothing. She had a job, she would gather whatever items that were needed and exchange it for cold hard cash. Money made the world go round and she didn't give a damn about the consequences- no one bothered to care about her own.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven