Tonight there was no need to stay inside Tetradore's room and finish up contacts. Business was going quite well and now that the acquisitions were complete there was no need to spend the night pouring through tedious paper work. With a waxing moon it was no surprise that the Were creatures were becoming more feisty each night. The pull of the moon was only getting stronger and stronger as each night came and the moon continued on through its cycle. Already she had witnessed her spotted companion enter in the fighting ring and defeat which ever new opponent came, believing they would be the creature to finally defeat the Amur Leopard. As always, no creature came close to beating her companion, and as always he would proudly paraded around the ring, his head and ego only growing wider as the cheers and claps from the crowd got louder. There was a time when she would enter the ring and fight at his side. She remembered the feeling of adrenaline and pride mix together after they crushed their opponents. It was so very rare for her to feel such a high, the confidence boost really did true wonders for the extremely meek and self-conscious Were. It had been a long time since she had entered the ring at his side, and although she dreaded getting in the ring again, there was a part of her that missed it. Deep down Raven desired to have that confident feeling once again, sharing the ring with her boyfriend, working in sync together on one goal, the recognition from the crowd that she was a capable creature that could be looked upon with respect. However, she was incapable of summoning up the courage to go back in the ring with Tobias. The canine was unable to overcome her fear after the night Frost nearly killed her. Ever since that night she had grown far too troubled to go in the ring again.

Even though she wasn't able to go in the ring again, that didn't mean she didn't have any uses. She was quite protective if needed and she was not afraid to put herself in danger for a friend or a member of her pack. She was loyal to a fault. Ever an observant creature there was hardly a thing that truly got passed her. Raven could feel the connection to Jackal, the creature always hoping around the Ark, mostly as a guard to the only open door that entered the Ark. The beautiful thing about this particular vessel was that there was only one plank that was connected to the dock, where the visitors come and go, always being checked at the one door by Jackal himself or another guard. Raven enjoyed sitting at the second level looking down in the bellows of the Ark, sitting quietly beside her Alpha as he sat in his throne. Down in the ring she noticed Tobias was entering the ring once more and for a moment her tail slapped the ground in a happy, but anxious manner. As the crowd began to swarm closer to the ring for the next fight her blue-grey eyes shifted towards the entrance taking note that one of the guards was looking the other way as one patron entered the Ark. Grey-trimmed ears twitched back and forth in alert as she remained focused on the unknown patron. Without speaking a word to her Alpha she moved away from her spot, silently heading to the stairs, grey paws silently going down each step.

As soon as she touched the bottom floor she moved through the thick crowd, not minding at all that some of the guests made some room to allow her to slink past them. It was easy for her to pick up and ignore the scents of the other Weres, blue-grey eyes focused mostly on the unknown patron. As she got closer she took a deep breath catching a whiff of a scent that clearly did not belong to a Were. It was a familiar scent and not so much a familiar scent. The scent belonged to a witch that was quite evident, thanks to the fact that she was quite used to being by Serafina's side, but she did not know who this particular witch was. Even without her nose it was easy for supernatural creatures, like herself, to detect other supernatural creatures. Raven did not know if this particular witch would be a friend or a threat, but she was willing to find out. As the crowd roared to life as the scene unfolded, she caught a glimpse at one of the TV's showing that Tobias was already winning, the lupines' chest swelling with pride for a moment. While the witch moved closer to the wall, Raven continued weaving through the thick crowd using the shadows to cover her until at last the peculiar marked Werewolf was standing just a few feet near the witch, with the crowd scrunched up closer and closer towards the ring.

Gray-trimmed ears remained pointed forward with interest as she stands quietly, blue-grey eyes looking over the witch for a moment, for any sign of aggression. Raven did not look like any typical wolf. She had unique markings that covered her entire body, from the grey wave like marks along her paw and up her legs, to the dragon like wings that spread over her shoulders spine traced in grey, as another splash of grey waves marked her tail. Her body was littered with large and small scars from head to tail. There were healed, faded wounds that spoke about her abused life, and yet anyone would think she was just in a lot of scuffles. Deep worn scars were slashed across her face, a shame that constantly reminded her of the past, but tonight she was thinking of no such thing. Her concern right now was on the white-haired witch, wondering who this patron that trespassed into the Ark was, was she just a friendly visitor, or was she a threat that needed to be eliminated? Who could say? Her voice would slowly poke and prod into the mind of the witch, the lupine finding that telepathic link, the tone polite and yet firm.

"It isn't every night I have a lost witch that assumed they could sneak in, without being noticed...who are you and why are you here?"

Raven was quite friendly, but don't let that kind demeanor fool you, she is part human and part beast...and you never know what is lurking deep within those hardened blue-grey eyes.

Raven Clocksworth.