Serafina was well aware that the wolverine wasn't fully in her right mind and yet, she had every faith that Raven would find some level of enjoyment in the car ride. After all, what lupine didn't enjoy the wind racing through their fur, even if she'd heard well that such thing was not good for the health and ears of their kind. Then again, Raven was a were, they did heal so it couldn't really be all that bad, right? At least, such was Serafina's thought. A small shrug crossed her shoulder as her gaze shifted towards the rear view mirror every so often, content to watch the wolf in some fashion and so ensure the woman remained safely in the car. The last thing she needed was Raven jumping out in the middle of traffic and dying on her or something stupid. Thankfully, such a concern hardly came to fruition and soon enough, the pair had made their way safely to the parking lot of the large pet department store. Serafina's gaze once again turned back towards the wolf, a small frown crossed her lips as she declared, briefly, that Raven needed to 'be good'. It was an obscure word to the wolf, she knew, and yet, she couldn't help but to hope that maybe Raven would understand enough to not cause mass hysteria of some sort.

Still, Serafina stepped out of the vehicle, letting the wolf out of her own. She led the way into the building, entirely unaware of the awe that filled the eyes of her companion. Instead, her attention was steadfast on the signs hanging over the aisles, searching for what she had brough the canine here before. At least, such was her intent before the lupine deviated from her path, causing the woman to backtrack ever so slightly to relocate the wolf. Damn. She'd found the rabbits already? This could be...not good. "Raven." She commented, making her way towards the wolf only to find herself face to face with a man in a bright blue shirt, one that clearly stated he worked here. His voice caused the witch's eyebrows to furrow, clearly displeased at being spoken to in such a demeaning tone and yet, really, the poor man hadn't the faintest idea of what he was dealing with at all.

"No, it is not a wolf dog." She stated with a clear firmness, choosing to omit the simple fact that Raven was a full blooded wolf. Not a wolf dog, whatever that was supposed to be. "There is also no sign that requires her be muzzled and, I have yet to see her harm anyone. Now, if you don't get out of our way and leave us alone," She paused, a saccharine sweet simper crossed her lips, "Your grandmother things you've gained weight and she'd very much like to speak with you further on the topic. I am entirely willing to let her have her way with you." A small shrug crossed her shoulders before she reached down to run her fingers through the fur on Raven's neck. "Come along Raven, the rabbits are not what we came to see." She uttered, tugging lightly on the wolf's fur as she stepped away and back towards the aisles that declared they would hold the toy's she'd originally come to see.

She led the way away from the manager without a backward's glance, putting the slightest of pressure on the wolf's shoulder blade if Raven should attempt to deviate from her path. If the man chose to follow her, she had little difficulty on showing him the full extent of those capabilities she'd been working to hone, iffy though they still at times were. Instead, she turned down the aisles that held the toys, gesturing to the sides with the multi colored balls and varieties of stuffed animals. It was the first time her fingers left Raven's fur, fully allowing the wolf some measure of free reign if only to see what would interest her.

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