Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

Azrael's golden gaze glanced downward once more as Raven pressed further into his leg. Her thick, animal fur very near consuming his leg, he was sure. That query of just what on earth she was doing was met with that near innocent insistence she was intentionally attempting to make him feel uncomfortable. One eye arched upward as Azrael near hurriedly pulled his leg away from the large, dark wolf. His features forming a scowl as he huffed with a clear irritation at her...bizarre game. Weres, he was certain, were truly ridiculous creatures with their...touching and likcing and smelling. Did they truly have no control over those animalistic urges? Maybe they didn't. Still. That was no excuse.

"Your....weird."

That, he decided, would have to suffice for now. Azrael momentarily content to eye his leg to assure it was still entirely attached before his golden gaze shifted to Raven once more. The young woman near shyly announced her pregnancy. That clear look of surprise upon his features was perhaps a little more....surprised then he had truly intended to be and yet the very notion that Tobias had somehow....managed that feat was near remarkable. At least to Azrael's mind. The hunter, after all, was near assured he had seen the Leopard attempt to fit his own fist within his mouth on several occasions. Along with blatantly violating every city code about wearing shoes despite the health risks. That the young, dark-haired deviant had somehow managed to get Raven pregnant was, well, it was unexpected to say the least. Those very words of surprise all but falling from his lips unbidden. Azrael, perhaps, not even truly aware he had said them out loud. At least not until Raven felt the need to growl at him. Her heckles lifted, that deep, growling sound all but vibrated through him as his features shifted into a frown once more. Unpredictable things Were's. Always with the growling. Was it any wonder people had a problem with them? Azrael, in the very least, so managed to refrain from saying that as his arms folded across his chest. The Hunter hardly moving all the same. Some part of him, after all, seemed near assured that despite her effort to appear...menacing, raven hardly intended to actually bite him.

"Oh, stop growling."

That offhand comment, he knew, was unlikely to stop that sound and yet he hardly anticipated that near forceful shout that was all but pressed into his mind. Raven, apparently having taken some measure of disdain with his accidental comment. The wolf all but lectured him on her husband's apparent capabilities- despite what the man presented to the world at large. Maybe....he shouldn't have thought such a thing, at least, he shouldn't have said it outloud. A sigh of sorts at last managed to leave the man's lips, Azrael's hand raised upward to run through his blond hair in momentary contemplation.

"Fine, I'm sorry, it just slipped out. You have to admit though your husband is......."

That very look Raven gave him near prompted the man to silence once more. If Raven was happy, he supposed, that was all that mattered and truly, he could hardly deny she truly did seem...happy. Raven's growling stopped as the wolf shook herself. His congratulations, in the least, seemed well received as he assured her he would hardly tell Serafina that news when Raven desired to share it herself. The young woman was equally as pleased to tell her pack. Her excitement managed to prompt a small hint of a smile to the man's face before that query of where they were going returned Azrael's thoughts to the matter at hand. They did, after all, have somewhere to be tonight. His suggestion that Raven wear something...nice was met with that blunt insistence all her clothing had sunk. That, he supposed, was fair. Theyoung woman continued then, only to insist she hardly had clothes for him. A near dramatic sigh leaving the mans lips then.

"I have clothes I can wear Raven, I meant do you have something not a hoody for you. I've never seen you wear anything else and this really isn't the place for it. That blouse you mentioned should be fine though. The Council is having a meeting in regards to Were population in the city. I thought I'd bring an actual Were to it to have an opinion and your the most opinionated Were I know."

Tetradore and Frost, after all, were hardly suitable choices. Even the thought of either of those men prompted him to frown. Raven was by far the better choice for that event. Azraels hand lifted to gesture towards that cabin then.

"Do you want to go inside and change? I'll wait for you out here. Grab your car keys was well. I'm not running us back into town."