It was surprising that through all that abuse and suffering the young woman remained capable of being kind to others, even complete strangers. One would have thought that she would be entirely cold and aloof from anyone that crossed her path. Raven was broken, in a way, her old pack had taken away the person she should have become. When she was alone reading a book, walking through the woods, or having a sleepless night the lupine pondered on what might have been. What would have happened if she was raised with a loving and caring pack? She was the child of the Alphas. Naturally she would have been trained to lead. Maybe she would be confident with a bit of boldness like her own mate and Alpha. The two of them hardly stood down for someone else. They always went for what they wanted and didn't mind how they got it. She probably wouldn't have ended up here in this city and belong to this pack. In a sad way she wouldn't have Tobi as a mate either. Maybe she wouldn't be so mild and bland and...boring. Perhaps she would be spontaneous and fun! In the end it simply didn't matter what she would have been, because she was happy where she was. She had a pack, a mate, friends, and happiness. What more could she possibly want?

Roman was right. It was best to leave the area. Those Dark Hunters most likely had friends and she had no interest in meeting them either. The Were-Lion was very kind to help her out in this terrible situation. He didn't have to get himself involved with her little situation. He could have left her behind and be trapped and harmed by those terrible Dark Hunters once again. Raven knew she owed him for his kindness. The least she could do is do something in kind for him. The best way to do that is offer him some friendly company and a very good meal. Buying him a meal at some sort of restaurant just wouldn't do the trick. Raven was confident that her cooking was way better than any restaurant in town. It was so very rare for the lupine to think so highly of herself on a topic. Her confidence level was never really high, but cooking...well her confidence soared. Inviting him to accompany her back home she turned around and led the way. His question about her pack caused a wolfish, friendly grin.

"Our pack isn't your typical pack. We are fine with Weres coming into our borders so long as they acknowledge and respect which pack owns the West district."

Tilting her head forward, a silent encouragement for him to pick up the pace. With a flick of her tail she picked up the pace too. It would take a while for them to get to the South and it was best they do it as a casual sprint. As they moved through the woods she happily spoke a bit further about her pack.

"You see we live within a massive abandoned cargo ship. Not only is it our dwelling, but it is also where have our business. We have a fighting ring and it's where our kind can blow off some steam. You can improve your reputation, win tournaments, place your bests, eat, drink, and be merry. We're accustomed to having a lot of Weres within our home, but they all respect us and they know who is in charge within our territory. If not, we handle it."

It was an odd life. Their pack was odd too, and yet there was nothing wrong about that at all. Eventually the woods would turn into the park and then the street. They would leave the South and make their way into the West district. Those streets turned cobbled. Those buildings would start to look a bit different. Easily taking the lead the oddly marked wolf took a left and began to weave through the different alleyways. She knew this place like the back of her hand. Coming up along the docks she ignored the workers. They hardly gave her a second look the men had become far too familiar with her and their kind. Along the docks there was an old abandoned cargo ship. Her sprint would turn into a walk as she climbed up the gangplank and walking straight into the ship. There you could see the tables with the chairs stacked up. To the left was the bar, the walls filled with alcohol on the shelves, and then to the right was the fighting ring. It all looked a bit old, outdated, and yet it looked so perfect in a way. There were some staffers about, one was polishing up the glasses, another was mopping the floor, and some were carrying boxes of fresh food.

Without any effort Raven shifted and the lupine was changed into a clothed woman. Their Roman could see that the scars that were on her lupine form remained on her human skin. There were far too many scars to count, and it was hard to tell where one began and one ended. Her hand would go up to her long golden-brown curly locks and she would pull them out of her face. Smiling at the lion she was about to speak until a little Hispanic man came her way. Her eyes would turn to him and she would listen to him as he spoke to get gently. Nodding her head she would look back over at Roman with a small simper.

"This is Jackal, a very good friend and staffer here. If you cannot shift with clothes on we have some in that closet over there, Jackal can show you. Once you are dressed you can meet me in the kitchen."

Turning around she would head on over to the back where some staffers were coming in and out with boxes of fresh food. Moving past the staffers in the larger kitchen she went into the next room over where there was a smaller kitchen, where she always prepared the meals for her pack. In this case she would be preparing this stranger and very delicious meal.

Raven Clocksworth.