The moment she walked through the Hunter's Headquarters she instantly felt very uncomfortable, as if she was walking through another Were's territory. Out of all the Weres Azrael knew, and she assumed he didn't know a whole lot, she appreciated his invitation to speak on this matter. However, she wasn't quite sure that she was a very good candidate to speak on behalf of all Weres within Sacrosanct. What if she said the wrong thing and they ended up being kicked out? Although their business was at the bottom of the ocean, and her entire family was scattered, she didn't want to be the cause of their family having to move to a completely new town. Wasn't there a Were that worked in the Mayor's office or the city council, or...some sort of bureaucrat from some other government department that could speak on the Were's behalf? What was she going to say? What could she even say to keep any Dark Hunters from wanting to monitor and control their species? Lost in her thoughts she wasn't bothered in the slightest that the security guards were being overly scrutinizing with her, while Azrael barked at them for treating her that way. The uneasiness she was feeling only continued to grow as Azrael led them down various corridors. Once they entered the boardroom she couldn't help, but feel as if she were some sort of trapped animal. All those eyes watching her was even more unnerving.

Taking her seat next to Azrael she watched as the others started to talk amongst themselves again. Looking down the table she recognized some faces from the last time she came with Azrael to speak to the Council about the horrendous warehouse in the city's outer limits. Some of them were on their side about raiding the warehouse and bringing it down. Maybe they would be like Azrael and think all of this was unnecessary. Looking around she noticed that the mayor of the city wasn't here. This was a city matter; wouldn't he be here to listen in? She was sure that a vampire would want to be involved and know that the Hunter's Council was thinking about controlling a specific species' population. Lifting up one of the pages on the table she listened as Azrael reassured her, well attempted to reassure her, that she was allowed to be here and why the mayor wouldn't be here in the first place. Frowning she responded softly.

"On an issue like this though, I would think he'd want to be involved or at least be aware about this. I mean, what if this got out in a negative way? Dark Hunter Council decides to cull Were population...won't look good in the press."

Noticing the soft murmurs from the other Dark Hunters started to settle down, she looked over to see a younger male approaching the end of the table. Sitting up a little bit straighter she placed her hands in her lap, nervously twisting her wedding band, unsure with how this was all going to go. This particular guy didn't seem thrilled to be here. She supposed that was good because in her mind she was assuming all the Dark Hunters here would be sitting in their chairs, grinning manically as they tested the sharpness of some sort of bladed weapon in their hand. It was a silly thing to imagine, but what else was she supposed to imagine? The mention of the name 'Eli' made her head tilt slightly. That name...there was something familiar about that name. Frowning some she looked down the table to see another young-looking male, but this one had a lot of gel in his hair...to much gel in his hair.

As he began to speak her eyes widened slightly. This was the jerk that strongly encouraged the Council to not get involved with handling the warehouse issue. Was he behind all of this?! He was the one that told the Council that there wasn't enough evidence to storm the warehouse. How could their not be enough evidence? She mentally shared with every single Council exactly what she saw and he told them all that her memory could have been alerted or even a complete lie. Keeping herself from growling, she simply sat there, listening to his obnoxious voice go on. Azrael didn't seem bothered to interrupt him, but Eli continued on. Her eyes would shift towards the blonde Dark Hunter at the mention of breeding. She for sure shouldn't be speaking on behalf of all Weres, especially now that she was pregnant. Instinctively she would put a hand over her stomach, thankful that the mahogany table was quite high and hiding this particular gesture.

That Eli was concerned over multiple packs seemed unreasonable. Most of the packs within the city knew their place, and if there were disagreements, they would handle it themselves. Most Weres, at least the ones she knew, were responsible. One of the very first things she learned as a pup was to not bite humans, ever. Biting a human could only be done if, and only if the human wanted to be a Were. Raven never came across a human that asked about becoming a Were, and even if she did, she wasn't interested in changing them. When Azrael gestured towards her and asked his question, she remained silent. Why did he have to ask her that! She could feel all of the Hunter's eyes lock on her. This was it. She was either going to help her species or help her species be mistreated. Frost should have been here speaking, or maybe even Tetradore. They would know how to answer this. Inhaling and exhaling softly, she looked to Azrael and then to the others. Raising her head slightly, she pulled some of her golden-brown curls out of her eyes, her voice holding a calm, but firm tone.

"There are already multiple packs within Sacrosanct, and they don't have the same status and power as the Nightshade and Chimera pack. There will always be challenges amongst the different packs, but we have to ask ourselves why. Is it because they lack resources to keep their pack fed or safe? Perhaps the city can help there, and keep the packs from needing to challenge one another, by helping them resolve their issue. Besides, if the packs need to fight one another they'll do it away from humans, by fighting outside the city, sending their best fighters for a quick attack, or their Alphas will fight each other."

With a shrug of her shoulders, she started answering Azrael's second part of his question.

"A giant pack doesn't seem feasible within Sacrosanct. For starters, a giant pack would be difficult to sustain. Too many members to take care of, probably not a ton of space to keep them all together. Most packs that contain 15 or more members don't live in the city, they live outside the city, sort of like a compound of sorts."

Satisfied with the answer, she went quiet and looked over at Azrael, hoping to see some sort of signal that she did well because well, she really needed to do a good job on this.