It was baffling to some that Raven remained capable of extending kindness to everyone that came across her way. The lupine was cautious of others. No one could blame her after the atrocities she had suffered from. However, no one could possibly believe that she would be willing to show anyone kind-heartedness. It didn't seem possible. If anything she should be gruff and always defensive, keeping others at a very far distance. Be it her need to socialize from her lupine mindset, or that her gender was female, but whatever it was, Raven was willing to be close to others and show them that gentle kind nature that seemed impossible for her to have. The werewolf knew what it was like to be mistreated and she would do everything she possibly could to make anyone she met happy, or at least comfortable. It was something that no one would hardly understand. Raven had no idea either, and yet, it was the way she was. The woman was a kindhearted fool. A fool that meant well. Her pack didn't understand her, and they didn't take the time to understand her. They were afraid of what they didn't understand. Raven hardly understood her feral side either. That was how their society worked though. They destroyed those that were different from them, those that were a threat, those that were a danger to themselves and others. Why else would Dark Hunters decide to hunt down supernatural creatures that had done no wrong, and use the excuse that they were hazardous and uncontrollable! Although Raven knew that she had an ally on the Dark Hunter council in the city she knew he wouldn't be able to always protect her. Being feral alone was reason enough for any Dark Hunter to take her out. One wrong look and she could be shot down right then and there, no questions asked.

It was more often, than Raven cared to admit, that she was in such a peril circumstance. She was an innocent creature and yet she was always doomed to be caught in some sort of dilemma. Perhaps that was her Fate. To constantly be in an environment where she could never be safe and lower her guard. Already she was captured by a rouge Dark Hunter, suffering under his abuse and psychological attacks. Not to mention the return of her Father, even though she knew she had killed him when she was feral, now that he was lurking about â€" it only made things worse! The very thought that he could be close by her home. Although she had her Alpha and mate to protect her and keep her safe, Raven was absolutely terrified! And she had every right to be! That man had been a constant nightmare when she was awake and when she closed her eyes. Lying there in the grass, unable to move, she panted heavily as her attackers drew closer to her. Worried, she sent a quick message through the mental link of their pack, giving her mate warning that she was in danger. Surely he would wake up on this beautiful morning and understand that she was in peril. He was protective. Perhaps a bit too protective sometimes. However, this was one of those moments when she needed him to be aware. Raven hated being seen weak or a damsel in distress, and yet, she had to put aside pride for now. As her attackers came closer she felt one jolt her with electricity, her body writhing in pain, a sharp cry released. Yet her cry was overpowered by another's. Blue-grey eyes widened in shock when she saw a large ferocious lion tearing through the Dark Hunters. When he was finished and approached her, she went tense, watching him carefully uncertain if he would be friend or foe. But as he snipped her free she jumped to her feet, wriggling out the dirt and jitters she had, only sitting when she was done. Once the introductions were complete she shook her head no when he asked if she recalled why they were after her. After all it was the truth.

"Honestly no. I was...I was doing something last night. I wake up this morning and see I am in chains within a cave over there."
Her dial would turn to the left as she gestured in that direction where she had come from. She would look over to the shredded forms of the Dark Hunters, looking for any sign that she would recognize them and therefore know why they were after her. Mentally the lupine made a note that she would need to speak with Azrael and see if her head was on a target list. When he got up to leave she followed after him as they entered the safety of the woods. Raven would find herself walking beside the lion, keeping a friendly distance between them, still a bit wary about him. He was a stranger. She had met a Were Lion before, and he was not very kind. He was gruff and cold, and his presence alone made her hardly capable of learning to trust him, or even try. This one though didn't seem like that at all, he seemed quite different...a good different. Picking up the pace a bit she began to take the lead, silently urging Roman to follow her towards the West.

"I belong to a pack, I've already told my mate I was in trouble. It would be best if I went home, but I want you to come with me. The least I could do is make you a very good breakfast to say thank you for helping me out."

Raven Clocksworth.