Whether Tobi was deranged or not did not hinder his capability to understand women and their turmoil emotional thoughts. Males were incapable of comprehending such things. Though really they could be very astute if they just tried. That he noticed she was nervous could only scratch the surface of how she felt about the kiss. Although deep down she was quite happy about it, sadly that joy was suffocated by darkness and despair with a dash of confusion. She was unable to move from the spot, for some reason something was telling her to stay down, but she had the urge to slap him. This was forbidden. He was crossing a line, but he seemed to be dragging her across it as of late. Loners were supposed to be just that, loners, but he had decided to keep her around. He allowed her to stay the first night they met and that formed a very fragile thread between the two that only seemed to get stronger each time they were around one another. Even though she knew she was supposed to stay away from him; Tobias being male and pack member the poor girl just couldn't help herself. She enjoyed his company, a thing she hadn't received from anyone else, and it was such a good thing that Raven could not phantom being around him necessarily a bad thing anymore. But when his lips, soft and rough all together, pressed against her own she was greatly unsure, nervous and afraid, but subtly happy. Standing in the middle of the tall grass blue-grey eyes scanned each and every corner carefully, attempting to find a familiar figure that signaled her he was there. It was when he asked what girlfriend was did she turn around sharply in that direction, eyes narrowed as she locked on his familiar shape of his frame. To think he would fall for her words made her grin as she slowly headed in that area, moving the long dark green blades with her hands. Softly she called out to him answering his inquiry slowly.

"A girlfriend, is what a boy calls one female he is in a relationship with...it is like having a mate."

Her movements would stop when she noticed the blades bending out of the corner of her eye. Slate eyes widen as she watched the movement of the blades slowly die and once more unable to find him. Growling softly her arms would fold in front of her as she huffed in disappointment. It was unfair that felines always seemed light and silent on their feet. As she stood there in dead silence her head lifting upwards at an angle in canine fashion trying to pick up any soft sound to pinpoint his location. It was when she heard his voice to her right did her lithe frame turn around and she began to storm towards him. His words only caused Raven to glare at him not pleased with his comment. That beautiful wry grin of his was not helping her keep a straight face. As he hid through the long grass she would run after him, her hands attempting to grab his shirt only to grab and pull out some of the grass blades. Throwing those pieces away from her she looked once more for the boy standing still, attempting to try to hear him again. Not knowing he was behind her she would search to her side and in front of her, puzzled as to where he could be next. Flinching when she felt a tap on her shoulder, she would spin around widely noticing just how close he was causing the girl to let out a soft gasp of surprise, blue-grey eyes meeting his dark chocolate pools. Before she could register his comment she felt his fine grab her shirt and felt her small frame against his own. She was familiar with touching his well-toned-frame, at nights when they slept together, side by side, they did not curl around each other, but she was familiar with the close proximity of his frame against her own. However, she was in no way used to feeling his strong frame like this. As his lips crushed into her own once more, one hand swings to slap him, but she gets nothing but air as he lunges away. Why he was doing this to her she did not know, but she wanted him to stop. She did not want to get hurt and there was always more way than one to break a fragile girl's trust. When he brushed against her left side and kissed her cheek, did her other arm swing to grab him, but his skin gave way to spotted fur. As he leapt away, hiding once more she let out a frustrated cry towards the night sky.

It was unfair that as a woman she was cursed to deal with the struggle of the emotional rollercoaster she was forced to ride. Yes, she had a crush on him. Yes, she wanted to be close to him in such a different way, but there were lines. The poor girl was cursed with moral values and perhaps that could be from the fact she was a canines. Canines were always such honorable and loyal creatures. Pack was everything to a wolf, but so were relationships be it with family, friends, or someone else they wished to be more connected with. The poor curly-haired woman needed to know if the kiss meant anything to him or if it was even possible it ever could down the road. Though there was also that instinctual need to chase a feline, she was after all a canine, and some instincts just couldn't be squashed. Unable to find him in the long grasses the woman fought the urge to continue the chase. Spinning her head left and right, her golden-brown curls flying back and forth, as she called softly to her deranged companion again. Her body tense for any sign he was near her.

"Tobi....please get your spotted tail over here right now!"

She used the magic word....he should come. She was ready for him.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven