There was a time when she actually enjoyed being in the snow. Seeing the land covered in thick white snow seemed absolutely peaceful. It was ethereal at times. Being within the woods, the pristine untouched snow everywhere, and the absolute stillness, was extremely comforting, even within the silence. It was like the world was given the chance to start anew. Everything terrible and sinful was finally cleansed. Looking out of her window within her caged room the young woman enjoyed watching the snow fall and cover everything. Even when someone trespassed and left their mark on the snow the little snowflakes all complied together to recover those footprints, almost as if no one ruined the landscape in the first place. When she was first capable of experiencing what the snow felt like beneath her paws she enjoyed it immensely. It should be no surprise that she rather enjoyed being in the cold. It was within her wolfish nature to adapt and thrive in a wintery wonderland. Oh how she enjoyed playing around in the snow! Running about through the thick white stuff. Attempting to catch the snowflakes falling from the dark gray clouds. It was a shame that all the joy she had with snow was destroyed easily by one man.

The fire between them, although it felt real, it didn't warm her at all. Shivering on her log she remained quiet as the man started to answer the questions that she had. The lupine couldn't help, but wonder why he was doing this all in the first place. It was no secret that the two of them didn't like one another. It was a well-known fact. Not just between their pack, but within the Were community. This was all completely suspicious. The hair on her back stood on end. She could feel that other side of her snarling in distress uncomfortable being around the man that had nearly killed them. It wasn't easy to sit beside someone that nearly killed you in cold blood. Blue-grey eyes looked away from the book sitting in her lap and back towards the landscape that Frost was making her see. In a way it was beautiful. The sound of the wolves in the distance caused her to flinch and frown in disappointment. Raven should feel a sense of fellowship with the wolves that Frost has conjured up, and yet those howls brought back painful memories. And yet at the same time it did stir her the need to respond. Ever since that journey she and Tetradore had shared at Yellowstone, it had awakened the side of her that was lost for so long. Her desire to howl was there, but she had no desire to share her song with him. He didn't deserve it.

The story the stallion told did help distract her a bit. It was interesting in a way that Odin was able to have wolves at his side even if they were pets. She couldn't help, but release a soft snort, an audible disgruntlement at the description of the wolves. It was better than being seeing as the enemy though. As the tale was shifted towards Odin himself she was a bit fascinated by the idea of his sacrifice. The man was willing to give up one of his eyes just to gain knowledge and wisdom. Some would say it wasn't worth it. It would be, if someone used it correctly, and Odin didn't seem like the type of guy that would waste it all away. After all he didn't give up anything else. Maybe he got enough of what he wanted. Or, maybe he had enough knowledge to know it wasn't worth giving up more. As he answered her question she noticed the joke he attempted to make. Blue-grey eyes narrowed as she watched his lip tilt up. Was that his attempt at making a joke or even making her laugh? No one ever asked her about the scars or the marks that mauled her face. Maybe it was a kindness or maybe it was sympathy. Perhaps society wasn't interested in being cruel to make her retell the story again. Frost knew, or he must knew, how she obtained hers. Wouldn't it be fair if he shared some information in return? Probably not. And yet she was willing to give it a try doubting she would be rewarded for anything.

"You don't have to tell me, but how did you lose your eye? Was it worth it?"

She knew she was playing with fire and yet she was willing to tread. She looked back down at the book looking at Odin for a moment. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the man moving towards him. Raven couldn't help, but shake in place. One would think that she was shivering from the cold. Even if the man was attempting to make her feel warm he couldn't remove the memory of feeling how so cold she was when he was breaking her apart in the West. Raven was shaking because of the beast inside her raging and attempting to take control. She wanted to come out and attack Frost. Not only for the means to defend herself, but also to get her own revenge. Frost hadn't harmed her. There was no need to attack him here and now. Raven knew this and yet the other half of her refused to even agree to it at all. It was always difficult to keep the unstable part of her under control. Her breathing grew heavier as she felt her head begin to pound and her eyesight begin to blur. She couldn't harm him. Not like this. It wouldn't be right nor would it be fair. How many times did he claim she was in the wrong in the West? She never was in the wrong. Attacking him now like this wouldn't help her at all in the long run. Struggling to keep her under control she tried to hold her back. Her feral side would grasp the tendrils of her telekinesis power using it to grab the man. The young woman could feel those invisible strings encircling around his neck. Raven knew what her other half was going to do, and she felt it best to push him to the side, far away from her, far away from her ability to hurt him. It was no surprise he would get up and look confused and angry at her. As he looked around for who she was talking about, she let out a soft whimper.

"My feral side. She doesn't like you. She's the one telling me to snap your neck."

Her head would slowly turn upwards to look at him. Her eyes no longer looked soft or vulnerable. Rather her eyes looked a bit darker and colder, an unyielding flicker of furry lurking in its depths. The lupine couldn't help, but give a soft growl. Her other side continued to poke around and attempt to take control and Raven mentally did everything she could to push him back. Looking back at the book she mentally told herself she had to keep it safe. If it was that important to him she had no desire to break it. It would seem her moral obligations were taking control again. Closing the book gently she stroked the front cover of the book gently. Raven could feel her other half snarling in irritation on being unable to let out. As Frost spoke up again the young woman took some deep breaths to try and calm herself. The way his voice struck at her made her flinch slightly, embarrassed and ashamed that she had answered his unusual kindness with, well, know her usual Raveness. Slowly she nodded letting him know she wasn't quite finished with him yet. Gently she tried to pry out of him just what sort of ulterior motive he had for all of this.

"I do have questions...like why are you being like this? Why are you being nice to me and letting me borrow a book that is clearly important to you?"

Raven Clocksworth.