It wasn't surprising to hear that her predatory companion was fascinated by the wildebeest. In a way she was content to watch how they moved as well. They moved differently than the deer they saw in the South back home. These wildebeest were prey, and yet they carried themselves with pride, something rare to see in an animal like that. Once or twice she had seen a Were-wildebeest perform within the ring at the Ark. One was capable of taking out its competitor, a lion, and the other nearly won against a crocodile. Blue-grey eyes shifted from the water hole and back to her mate, as he stared intently at it. It was difficult at times to figure out when Tobias was acting as a man or a beast, those lines extremely blurred. Raven knew that his animal tendencies overcame any sort of human will. There was a reason why he was the way he was, and she didn't blame him for it. Her feral side sometimes took control of her too, and not once did he fault her for it. Saying 'wildecows' made a very small simper appear, pleased to hear that he was attempting to call the prey animal it's proper name. An odd thought appeared in her head that made that small simper turn into a very timid large smile. Her pale cheeks began to flare in a light pink as she spoke quite softly, and slowly.

"Really? I-I-I thought you liked the way I-I-I moved."

Finishing out her stammered attempt to saying something flirtatious with her husband she beamed proudly, holding her head up high, pleased with herself. The skill of flirtation wasn't something the curly-haired woman was capable of learning at a young age. There was no need for her to know such a skill, not when she already was married, and yet she wanted to dabble at being coy. As for moving herself in a particular manner, well that wasn't something she had mastered either. She was a timid and awkward thing. How he saw anything in her still she didn't know. She was extremely grateful though that he chose her to always be at his side. Quietly she moved her hand to gently run her nimble fingers through his shaggy dark hair, in a caring and loving manner. High up in the tree tops where they couldn't be seen by others the docile woman was more willing to be affectionate to her mate. Being alone made her much more comfortable to be this way in front of him. Back in the Ark there were too many eyes. She loved her family, she did, and yet...she preferred to be this way alone. Looking back over at the waterhole she grinned and pointed out to him the giraffe family that came by for a morning drink. She continued to stroke his hair tenderly as she looked at the little giraffe began to frolic in the water. Hearing his warm, baritone voice made her stop stroking his hair. Turning to look at him she grinned as she placed a soft kiss against his cheek muttering quite softly.

"You sit in chairs, but I do not think he saw there was one on the other side of me."

Truly she had no idea why he wouldn't sit in a chair beside her. Long ago she accepted that her leopard did whatever he wished whenever he wanted to. Quietly she watched as he lifted himself up and approach her. When he moved behind her she went still watching as his hands and arms slid across her figure, the woman feeling at ease with him standing behind her. As he pressed his lips on her shoulder she grinned and titled her head to the side to provide him more access. His soft lips and warm breath tickled, as we went up her scarred skin, the woman jolting from that touch, as the light fabric of her robe began to move to expose more of her skin. Giggling softly she quickly pressed her lips against is cheek speaking sweetly.

"That tickles, careful you're going to make the robe come undone."

Easily she slid that robe closer over herself as she settled herself back in the chair. As he rested her head atop her own, his arms still encircling her, she sighed happily looking over at the waterhole again. This time the sun was above the horizon, start to climb its way into the orange and dark blue sky. More prey-like animals began to come towards the water hole, apparently it was the place to be in the morning. His kind gesture to allow her to choose the activity they would do today was sweet. Always she did exactly what his other side wished whether or not it was something she truly wanted to do. She didn't mind it, not one bit. Raven chose this entire trip just for him. The she-wolf wanted to do something nice for her new husband, to let him have some fun! In her mind she already decided what they were going to do, they were here in Africa. Moving her head slightly she titled it back to look up at him, grinning.

"You hardly ever get to be in control, we should do what you wish, that is what I want, which means you get to decide Tobias."

Raven Cain.