In those precarious moments, Serafina had thought particularly little for the past her companion had endured, a past she had but only the briefest of hints of within the first place. It hadn't occurred to her in the least that the woman's faithful canine might have so been baited with the prospect of food only to then be harmed in such an incredibly cruel fashion. The thought alone would have entirely angered the witch, had she known. As it was, the poor girl was blissfully ignorant of those memories that were so coaxed by the altogether decidedly peculiar chain of events that had occurred within her kitchen, leading up to a rat in the middle of those dark wooden floors and Serafina poised ever so delicately upon her granite countertops with her heart hammering in her chest at a fear she knew was entirely irrational. Still, her own past with the decidedly disgusting creatures toyed with her own emotions and in that moment, she would have done nearly anything to so see the carcass of that furred critter gone from her kitchen. Her attempts to so coax her companion with food seemed, momentarily all for naught, the lupine's name leaving her lips in those moments in a nearly begging whine as she so attempted to coax her companion closer, "Ravennnnn".

Her large, stormy gaze remained steadfast upon the wolf as she slowly left her designated, self proclaimed corner of the kitchen, instead creeping forward with a noteable care that Serafina herself failed to understand the intent of. She watched without a word as the wolverine crept closer towards the rat on the floor, the wolf slowly taking it into her mouth with such care and slowly, the girl's body relaxed, assuming the wolf intended to do as she was told. What she didn't expect, however, was the way in which Raven's neck tilted back, letting that rat slide further into her mouth with a vicious, snapping fashion that made Serafina look altogether queasy, each loud snap of bone caused the young woman to flinch before the remains of the rat were entirely swallowed. "...ew..." The word left her lips in a whisper, the steak in her hand suddenly vastly less appetising than it had been but moment's before. Hell, she was entirely certain her appetite was gone all together and yet, she had promised the wolf a reward should she rid the kitchen of the rat. She supposed this counted....maybe.

Tentatively, Serafina found herself stepping off the counter and onto the floor, the girl entirely oblivious of the way Raven slinked from her view, instead focusing entirely upon the ground and any plausible presence for a rodent infestation. She was so going to call someone in the morning. With every bit of squeamishness, Serafina opened her own cabinet, staring at the depths of it with mistrust before poking at those pans, pulling her hands back, and waiting to ensure they remained entirely unmoving. After a long moment of consideration, she reached into grab one from the top, placing it carefully upon the stove top before adding in her spices and oils and placing that rather nice piece of steak into the pan. Despite the arguably delectableness of that piece of meat, it hardly held the girl's attention, her eyes instead roving her kitchen in that same paranoid fashion. It was only once the steak was done that Serafina placed it upon a plate, reaching down to scoop up that piece of thrown bread before the young woman made her way through the house in search of the canine. Finding her, thankfully, was hardly difficult, the witch somehow simply knowing where she was and carefully, she placed that steak down in front of her bed where she knew Raven would see it before turning to retreat from the room and back towards that kitchen she so desperately needed to bleach.

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