Never before did the blue-grey eyed woman believe that she would ever have some sort of association or attachment with another individual. For so long she was denied any sort of tether with another individual especially the ones that she should have had in the first place. Whatever bond she was supposed to have with her own parents was severed and irreplaceable. In her brain there was a missing piece that should have been developed at such a young age, for a person to have some sort of association with someone that cared for them, protected them, and overall was there for them through the good times and bad. Yet she was left alone unable to fulfill those instinctive desires that both little girl and puppy craved: compassion, support, understanding, appreciation, and most of all â€" love. These were things she never had and really never felt or thought she would be given such a thing. Being alone allowed the girl to stamp out those desires, but each night when she was curled up on the cold floor, the rattle of chains heard when she moved served as a reminder that one day she could hope for something...better. There could be a chance that she wouldn't always be treated this way be they from her packmates or not, but all those wishes were tucked away in a small part of her that no one could tear away. Truly the curly-haired woman was shocked, but pleased to hear the boy explain the definition of the title he was giving her. Her time spent with him allowed her to see that he was walking on a fine thin line between his animal side and what was considered 'normal' among society. His mind unlike any other, innocent and childlike, yet so violet and unpredictable. As his dark chocolate eyes stayed on her for a moment, she noticed the look on his face searching for some sort of sign and she gave a slight nod of approval. Knotting her fingers together, nervously, her gaze on him for a moment before shying away and looking down at the snow while she spoke gently explained the titles further.

"That is correct, but that doesn't mean we just belong to one another. It also means you and I are only allowed to be romantically or sexually together, but the most important thing is we're partners...we work together, and support one another through the good and bad."

At that last sentence she would dare to look up right back at him. Her own eyes searching for any sign of recognition on his part, looking for the slightest twitch or nod. All she could rely on what she knew about relationships were from books and TV shows or movies. By now in her womanhood she should have real life experience, but she couldn't refer to any. It is a bit difficult to have such a thing with another member of her pack when you were constantly locked up and seen as the monster. It was extremely a very good thing that he understood the titles and what they meant, but like any male he thought more in ownership than anything else. After receiving his beautiful, meaningful gift, she lifted herself on her toes forgetting the snow for a moment as she kissed him gently. It was rare for the two of them to touch or show some sort of affection together. She knew she was shy and wary about it, but she assumed it was the same reason as to why Tobi wouldn't share affection with her either. Both had a damaged past and touch was an extremely difficult thing for her to accept, but she was trying and improving with him. Not one had he inflicted pain or abusive marks on her. Yet when she was about to break away she felt his long fingers dig and clamp down tightly on her t-shirt, as he pressed up more against her. She could have broken it, she could have pulled away, and yet she didn't do such a thing. Instead she allowed the man to continue his passionate kiss back, staying still and allowing him a bit closer than before feeling electricity and warmth spread from above to every nerve in her body. It was when his grip loosened and he broke the kiss did she return to standing on the balls of her feet in the snow, pressing her shoulder into his side attempting to get the warmth back, rather enjoying these stolen affectionate moments. While the cat like titanium pendant remained resting along her, she felt his long fingers curl around her curls, her head leaning into this touch hearing that hissing snicker as a small simper appeared on her pink lips. Her head would tilt upwards slightly, that feminine look so clearly seen as she innocently looked up at her companion. Seeing that frown followed by his question made her a bit nervous and so she mumbled, her fingers twisting fretfully.

"No, I'm not really good at it, but...if I have to I could try?"

For a moment she would lower her gaze from him and to the titanium cat, one finger petting the precious metal for a moment as she whispered softly her fear that held her back from participating in something Tobias loved.

"I'm afraid if I fight I'll go feral."

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven