The unusual color coated wolf sat herself down just a few feet away from the unfamiliar witch. Both grey-trimmed ears were pointed towards the female with some interest. She knew she would be wanted at the side of the ring after her spotted companion's victory after this particular fight, but right now her entire focus was upon the supernatural that attempted to sneak within her home. She could actually feel the other girl's eyes slowly roam over her body and yet she does not flinch. Perhaps she would have if they were not in an environment she was already comfortable in. Besides, her physical scars shouldn't really be focused on. The witch shouldn't be too concerned about the numerous physical scars that ran all along her body. The concern and wonder should be focused on the abundant amount of invisible scars that inflicted her very soul, because they were they driving force on how she thinks how she acts and how she retaliates. If there was one weakness that could be exploited it was the fact she was loyal to a fault, and the witch really shouldn't continue to make mistakes. She was trespassing on territory that was not hers, she was being inconsiderate and disrespectful. This was a place where the animals roamed and it would be wise if the witch knew her place, as a piece at the bottom of the food chain.

Her right ear twitched when she heard the sound of the crowd roar in sheer delight as Tobias made a overwhelming blow against his opponent. Through the pack bond she could actually feel his heart beat, his rage and joy only increasing as he considered his onslaught. However, there was something else she could feel through the pack bond from her Alpha that sat within the shadows of the upper balcony. Clearly the witch was not one that thought outside the box. As a Were it was true she was capable of deciphering numerous things, including what kind of supernatural another was, by her nose. However, all supernatural creatures within the city were capable of knowing what the other was, which was quite nice in a way when it came to discovering who within the crowd was a Dark Hunter. All that were frequent guests to the Ark were quite aware that the Ark ran efficiently. The pack and staff lived here, they worked together, and the Nightshade pack itself was a force to be reckoned with. It wouldn't do anyone good if someone tested that fact. A sly grin appeared as her gentle and polite voice, gently pressed into the witch's mind as she informed the stranger that not everything is as they seem.

"Consider the Ark like a spider's web, there are threads everywhere and when something or someone gets caught in them, we know, we always know. Here there are eyes and ears everywhere. I wouldn't need your scent alone to know you are here. Besides, sneaking in the territory of a pack isn't the wisest thing to do, I'd strongly suggest you don't act on your threat."

Her grey brushed banner swayed side to side behind her in a friendly manner. If Vahalla had any idea on how much Raven had to put up with on a daily and nightly basis, she would think the girl to be unusually patience. One would think all those years of suffering abuse she would not have a shred of serenity left within her, and yet miraculously she did. Her dial would tilt to the side curiously as the girl seemed to have more attention on the creatures within the crowd. She would turn her dial around to see the variety of patrons looking over. Some looked indifferent, others shot her a smile or a nod of recognition, while others held a warily look. It wasn't a surprise that some seemed curious about why the witch was here. There was a witch that came through here selling her potions to sell to Weres to help them overcome their injuries and give them a chance to fight again within a matter of minutes. That particular witch had not been seen for a while. However, that didn't mean that some of the Weres were accepting of having another different supernatural within their sanctuary. Yet there was no reason for the witch to have any concern with the crowd, everyone knew who truly ran the Ark, and he had not given an order to attack or harm the witch. Vahalla was safe, for now, but that was based on her actions.

As the witch explained just why she was here, both ears twitched this time as she heard the roar of the crowd cheer. Blue-grey eyes would flick to the side to see one of the TV monitors that hanging along some of the rafters, noticing that Tobias had finally finished his fight, his opponent down on the ground, while he began to parade around. Some of the creatures around her came by to shout their happiness about her boyfriend's win, some bragged about how much money they won, others winked in their drunken stupor about how much 'fun' she would be having tonight, some questioned if she would be entering the ring with him, while others began to swarm around Jackal wanting to place new bets. All she did was nod politely and smile, but both ears remained trained on the witch, allowing her to know that she was not forgotten. Her eyes would slide back to the girl while she introduced herself. Her eyes did not widen in recognition once she uttered her name. It was when the witch felt it was necessary to chastise her that the lupine only widen her grin. Her voice was always polite and yet this time firm, alerting the witch that no longer would they be beating around the bush.

"My name is Raven, but you sneaking around in a place that is not yours, is also not polite. Why are you interested in the fights, we don't get frequent visits from Non-Weres."

Raven Clocksworth.