Did Azrael not learn anything moments ago when he spoke poorly about her husband? If she wouldn't allow him to speak ill about Tobias then why in the world would he think it was okay to do the same thing about Tetradore? With a disapproving look, she shook her head in disagreement, Azrael just didn't understand. When he decided to talk about Frost she couldn't help, but grip the steering wheel a little bit tighter. How could Azrael get away with calling Frost a colossal jackass?! Tetradore said there was a truce between them, and although she trusted his word, she didn't trust Frost. How could she? Blue-grey eyes briefly looked to the rearview mirror, half expecting that giant white steed chasing them, as if there mention of his name would summon him. Dismissing such thoughts, she shook her head and shifted her eyes back to the road. Raven wondered though, could that be a power? Just the mere mention of your name and poof you suddenly appear! That was not what she needed right now. Frost barreling out of nowhere to harm them just because Azrael decided to open his mouth. They say that if someone was speaking about you, in a negative way, your left ear would be itching. Want revenge? Just press your teeth gently on the tip of your tongue, and then the person speaking bad about you will bite their own tongue! Whether he could truly hear her or not Raven had no desire to test that theory any further, she allowed Azrael to chastise her, and didn't give him a response to continue this conversation, but after some comfortable silence, she did ask about this meeting in particular.

Taking the exit, she listened quietly as Azrael began to explain just what was being discussed about the Were population. Truthfully, she didn't notice the increase of Weres within the West district. The Ark was always packed almost every night with regulars and newcomers. That the city was starting to get more supernatural creatures of her kind didn't make her happy or afraid. It was rather interesting that many of their kind would take refugee in the city. It was more natural for them to live within the woods or on the land. Maybe their kind was just becoming more...civilized? Whatever the reason, it was concerning that the Council would want to speak about their kind and without a few top representatives of their species? The Dark Council was supposed to protect everyone, including Weres...right? As they neared the Council building, she frowned start to conjure up just how the Dark Hunters were going to execute a population control plan. Were they going to start forcing Weres to leave if they weren't natural residents in the first place? What if they decided to kick them out, or worse, kill them for the slightest infraction? How many times did Tobias do something out of line? She would have to keep an even closer eye on him then. There was one thing that would be a terrible crime, and complete inhumane. Looking back at Azrael she murmured softly.

"So, how do they plan to handle the Were population? Throw us in cages and put us in camps? Have a kill quota? Sterilize us?"

History has shown time and time again that there was always one race or culture that was treated unfairly by those in power. The Romans conquered what they could and used the conquered people as slaves. Egyptians used the Jews as their own slaves. They also forced the Germanic Tribes to join their army or give up their sons to join their army, allowing them to die in battles as the Romans continued to try and establish control everywhere. Christians were hunted down and destroyed by the Romans, used as entertainment within the Collosum...putting them to death in various sorts of ways. During the Black Plague the Jews were hunted down, and killed when their little towns weren't greatly decimated by the disease. Let's not forget about Europe's imperialism, the slave trade, Holocaust, and Japanese encampments. There were far too many examples that Raven could think of when one group tried to control another, and it never resolved any issues...it just made things worse. As they pulled up to their destination she couldn't help, but smirk when he mentioned that she blew up that warehouse when she wasn't happy with the Council's decision. Well, they should have listened and handled it. Once that car was pulled carefully into the open parking spot, she pressed the button on her seatbelt, and teasingly responded with a knowing grin.

"Technically, I didn't blow it up. But I'm glad it blew up."

Of course, she wouldn't tell him exactly how the building blew up. He didn't need to know and she had no desire to get Mira into any sort of trouble. When he asked if she was ready for this particular meeting, she shrugged her shoulders and opened up the car door. As they left the car, she could hear the car lock and the beep of the car chirp. Quietly she followed after Azrael as they headed into Dark Council building. Crossing the threshold, she couldn't help, but instantly feel the hair on the back of her neck start to stand up. This establishment was clearly not meant for her own kind. It was a little bit of difficulty to get through security. Azrael had to explain that she was his guest and that she shouldn't have to be submitted to some sort of search, because she could be trusted. Eventually, he would lead them through a familiar hallway and enter some sort of meeting room. This was the place he took her when they spoke of the warehouse ran by those damn vampires. Seeing a row of chairs at a table she noticed some members of the Council already sitting down, with a few open seats left. Ignoring their stares, she walked towards one of the chairs and gently pulled it back so she could slide in and scooch herself forward. Keeping her hands on her lap she turned her head towards Azrael, muttering softly.

"Are you sure I'm supposed to be here? There aren't any other Weres...not even the vampire Mayor is here."