One would think that the amount of jagged scars that zig-zagged across her body she was a creature that enjoyed fighting. She didn't like participating in fights, not unless they were necessary. Which was odd, especially for the fact she lived within an Ark where every night different Weres came together to fight. Countless of times she observed the fights within the ring, some good, some terrible, and some downright entertaining. Who wouldn't want to see a snake get its tail kicked but a rabbit! Her own mate was the top were-creature in the ring, always undefeated, and always up for the challenge just simply for the thrill of it. She had joined him once, unwillingly, and she could hold her own. Instead of participating in the ring she decided to participate in dealing and handing out the money, helping out on the business side of the fighting ring. Everyone had a reason why they wanted to fight. Here and now Raven was in her own inner turmoil, dealing with the visiting witch, while suppressing her instinctual needs to fight the trespasser. The witch wasn't a threat, for now, but Raven wasn't afraid to react if necessarily with her teeth and claws. Gently she pressed her voice into the young woman's mind, her voice still friendly.
"Well, you're a witch, I wouldn't expect you to know that my pack owns most of the West District."
As a predator it was natural for her to feel threatened with the knife that remained on the witch's person. She didn't like the fact that her hand remained hovering over the weapon, even though she knows she hasn't done anything that would make the use of the knife necessary. It was making her uneasy, but she would not show the turmoil she was feeling on the outside. The wolf remained still, keeping her position non-threatening, as best as she possibly could. The wolf had every right to attack the stranger that was trespassing on their grounds, but the human side of her understood it wasn't her fault and that there was no reason. If the witch was here all alone then perhaps she could stay for a while. However, Raven wasn't one that wanted to see others suffer or be alone. She wanted to be the one to extend a friendly hand or paw to someone that needed some help, like no one did when she was younger. How her life would be if someone stood up and helped her when she was much younger, suffering in a terrible environment.
"You don't really need to have that knife. Though I am curious why you are here, don't you belong to a Coven or a friend to stay with? An abandoned warehouse isn't necessarily ideal."
Raven Clocksworth.