Uneasily she stood beside the door that led into the bedroom she shared with her spotted companion. Originally the bedroom had been his and yet when he took her back to the Ark he demanded she would stay within his bedroom and nowhere else. As she attempted to steady and calm her nerves, fighting that natural instinct to flee instead of stay, she did not notice the shaking of her Alpha's head. Just being in his presence alone seemed to almost activate the mark on her neck, to seethe and throb, feeling the sharp pain once again. Covering her neck was an attempt to put pressure on it to help lessen the pain, but also in a way to block it from being in Tetradore's presence, hoping to alleviate the ache in some way. As her Alpha provides her advice on how to handle and curb the discomfort, she mutedly nodded. She pondered though on the idea if the mark would ever truly heal. Typically for Weres they could heal anything, but after seeing the mark on Tobi and how prominent it still was, she wondered with her condition would her mark truly heal like Tobis', or would the pain be everlasting? Time would only tell.

One would think that through her abuse she would be conditioned to think selfishly and only consider herself and her own well-being. Maybe it was her morals, or her wolf instincts, maybe it was the aftermath of how she was treated, but for whatever reason she was a considerate creature. As he reassured her that Jackal would be fine, the girl made a mental note to fully apologize to the smaller were-canine. Although Jackal wasn't considered part of the pack, he did so much for them, and she felt terrible that her other half had harmed him. When she first came to the Ark she was rather wary of him, not enjoying the nickname 'Salvaje' he had bestowed upon her, or the night he tricked her into getting in the fighting ring. It did not surprise her that he did not mention how he was doing, himself, and for a moment her blue-grey eyes would move to look up at his own. Silently asking him to answer the other part of her question, how was he doing?

For as long as she knew him he rarely talked about himself, much less how he was feeling. She didn't know much about his past. All that she knew of him was what Tobias had mentioned to her sometimes. That they knew each other when they were cubs, that something happened and they got separated, and that he lived under the rule of a vampire. She did not question him of his past just as he never questioned her about her own. Their conversations were short, but not unfriendly. Mostly the two discussed business, occasionally Tobi's antics and what needed to be done about it, pack tasks, and what sort of dish she would prepare for the pack to eat. He was rather aloof and she gave him his space, hardly staying any longer, in fear that she was wasting his time. In her mindset and experience, those of lower rank weren't given a lot of time to be in the presence of their Alpha. When he nodded his affirmation that she was indeed allowed to stay, she quickly suggested solutions on how to better keep herself and everyone else safe. It was when he waved his wrist, she flinched, listening to him quietly. That he didn't want to place her in a cage or make her wear collars was a kind thing, but that he didn't mention just what he would do was terrifying. However, all that didn't compare to how she felt when he called her family.

For a moment she simply stares at him in shock. It was a struggle to pinpoint what sort of emotion she was feeling, but it was indescribable. Whoever said blood was thicker than water clearly had no idea that sometimes blood wasn't that strong. Her family had wronged her in more ways than one, treating her poorly, and hearing that he would not want to inflict the same treatment as they did to her, was reassuring in a way. Quietly she moved towards him, keeping her footsteps as quiet as possible, so she wouldn't wake up the others. Keeping her head down, showing she wasn't approaching him with ill intent, she would come to a stop once she was in front of him, and quickly her arms spread wide, and they would encircle around the man. She didn't like touch, touch equaled pain, but she felt compelled to hug the detached man. Raven knew she was violating his personal space, she knew she was taking much of his time, she knew she was breaking these rules and status quos, and for a moment she simply didn't care. Through everything she had been through, she finally found a place where she was accepted not just for being a pack member, but as a family member. Softly she muttered, her tone holding a mixture of shock, hope, and appreciation.

"I didn't know I was considered family to you, it really means a lot."

For a few more seconds she would stay in this position, until she realized what she had done. Quickly, she muttered an apology, flinching away from him, as she took a few steps for him to have his own personal space no longer invaded. She just wanted him to know how she truly felt about being accepted into his own family. When he began to proclaim in a deadpan voice that they were not animals the girl didn't catch onto his joking comment. Raven had never witnessed the man being funny or telling a joke. Rather the girl considered this entire conversation a serious one. Hesitantly, she looked up at him and then away, unsure if she should correct him or not, especially when he was accepting her back. Quietly she mumbled her response, it was evident when she spoke and looked at him that his gesture to lighten up the situation didn't go as planned.

"But, we are animals, and I know my place, but what if my other half comes and attacks again? It's been a long time since I turned, I thought maybe because I was treated well, that other part of me wouldn't come back, but it did... I don't want to hurt anyone."

His attempt at lighting up the situation has failed.

Raven Clocksworth.