She was terrified, absolutely terrified of whatever Tobias would decide to do with her. Although the two were drastically different from one another, the two of them held some similarities. Both disliked being touched from those they were not familiar with, both were extremely cautious of all those that surrounded them, both understood that others â€" if given the chance â€" would bring them harm. Amongst the short list that made the two similar to one another, there was one thing in particular they both shared â€" once they held complete trust from an individual they would experience unspeakable pain and anger the moment that trust was destroyed â€" breaking them terribly to a point that may never be salvageable. That he did not blame her was quite...impressive. She was assured that once he saw the events that had taken place earlier that night he would blame her entirely, abandoning her, hurting her as much as she hurt him. Thankfully though his wrath was not one her, but unfortunately for the vampire that had touched her and kissed her, he would suffer Tobias's wrath. Terrified for the vampire, and for any innocent bystander that would be in his warpath, Raven quickly tried to calm her companion down.

Deep down through their bond she could actually feel his anger. Concerned she pressed herself into him, forcing his instincts to react in a different manner. Indeed she had been touched in such a way that was not allowed, and it is true, that her scent had been compromised. However, there were important things he should be happy about. That she was merely pinned and kissed was far more innocent then what could have happened to make the event more...intimate. By pressing her form against his own, she worked her way to getting her frame to carry as much of his scent as possible. When he leaned into her, pressing his muzzle against her and moved towards the city she quickly followed, repeating the step over and over again, trying to get him to calm down. If she could carry his scent, and his scent alone, perhaps his obsessively possessive mind would be tricked to believing that she was once again reclaimed by him and that she had never been touched by another. Yet even through this effort it would seem that the shadowed walls was the only thing capable of forcing the leopard to stop.

The moment he stopped she quickly ran into him, shoving her dial underneath his chin, nipping him gently, and then bringing her muzzle to his face and licking him. Ignoring his protest and his claim that she was 'loving' on him, the girl for a moment almost wondering if perhaps...she would need to take the next step in their relationship to not only save a bystander...but the vampire that caused this entire problem in the first place. Could sex really save a life? Before Raven could even attempt to formulate said plan she ducked the moment his massive paw batted at her, taking a snap at the paw, in an effort to tease him. Quickly she moves forward, licking his face and the side of his neck, feeling all that rage and anger slowly begin to simmer and grow less. As she explains that he can get the vampire another day, that right now he needed to play with her, she noticed how his ear twitched towards her, pleased that he was finally listening to her. As he slowly begins to repeat her words she barks happily, reacting once again and playing with his instincts. Perhaps what she was doing was wrong and yet she was trying to keep him calm, and keep him from hurting others. Eagerly she nods her head her tail swaying side to side.

"Yes, we play now...remember...that is what you wanted."

As he turns and forces his body against her own, she is unprepared with the mass amount of weight being shoved into her, and so she begins to fall to the grass, exclaiming in shock and equal joy.

"Tobi!"

As she lands on the ground she lifts her dial watching her spotted companion flee. Slowly she begins to rise back on her paws, keeping an eye on him as she shakes for a moment, resettling herself. With a playful growl the wall of shadows suddenly begins to grow larger and wider and suddenly it tumbles down, falling over the lupine and surrounding her. Her form disappears and she slides through the grass as the dark shadows blanket the fields. Using her telekinesis she causes the grass to move, as if she were walking through, in various directions, hoping to distract Tobias. Eventually she settles behind her spotted companion, her figure low and suddenly she pounces on top of him, her teeth digging into the back of his neck in a playful manner, as her body presses onto his pack, the wolf's tail wagging excitedly as she proud proclaims her victory.

"Got you!"

Raven Clocksworth.