Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

Raven's insistence that Tetradore was hardly a dick, but rather, simply...not social prompted the lift of one of Azrael's eyes. That was putting it mildly at best. Perhaps he should hardly be surprised. What Were wouldn't defend their Alpha? Maybe they were morally obligated to do as such. Still, the young womans response earned her little more then a soft huff from the Hunter as he settled beside her. His mention of Frost, however, seemed to prompt a far more significant pause from Raven as she considered her words far more carefully. Frost, it seemed, was more of a sore point and yet why shouldn't he be? Even Azrael remembered the wounds the white-haired Were had left. Raven's momentary silence however was broken by her insistence Frost could be difficult. Difficult? That was the best she had? Azrael's golden gaze shifted dubiously once more. Raven fixed with yet another look of disbelief as the blond Hunter merely shook his head.

"Raven. Frost can't hear you here. The man is a colossal jackass and there is nothing wrong with damn well saying it. Besides, I've already told him that to his face. He knows its true.

He had seen Raven, in her animal form, tear people apart. Yet her human form remained almost....oddly...meek. Azrael shook his head softly all the same. Raven always had been mild mannered. It was probably too late to change her now. In the very least her manner could only help her at that upcoming meeting. The car was smoothly piloted out and onto the tar of the road. Raven gently increased the vehicle's speed as they headed closer and closer to the city. The seclusion of the forest left further and further behind. How very much he preferred...civilisation to that veritable jungle they had come from. The pair travelled in a near comfortable silence then before Azrael gestured toward the exit he desired they take. Raven turned the car smoothly onto the exit before her voice filled the car once more. The young Were further querying that meeting they were attending tonight. Azrael exhaled gently.

"Some Hunters are concerned that the Were population of the city has grown too large. Your blood and saliva carries the virus, your basically infectious beings, the risk to humans increases with every new Were that arrives. I've been living in the city for a few years now though. Frost and Tetradore seem to have most of the Were population...well handled to some extent and even then, the rate of Were's turning people either accidentally or on purpose is low. I dont think the population needs any management."

The Hunters shoulders lifted into a loose shrug, his gaze remaining on that road ahead before he gestured to the next turn off. That city at last in sight as they began to head down that hill through the mountains. Raven's final question prompted another shake of his head.

"Because the last time you didn't agree with something you went and blew it up."

Raven, he knew, would know exactly which incident he was referring to- even if he hardly wished to make a point of it now. Azrael at least allowing that manner to drop as the center the outer city limits. The Hunter's hand lifted again, offering those last few directions before the pair finally pulled up outside that towering building that existed as the Hunter's headquarters within the city.

"You ready?"