Raven slightly explained the logistics to what she called 'going feral'. She seemed to refer to as another entity separate from her own, but Mira thought of it as turning into the Hulk. At least it came in handy during cases like they had experienced with that rogue psycho hunter in the park. But she listened intently to her explanation, nodding her head almost solemnly understanding it was not an easy subject to talk about. Mira's old alpha, the self-proclaimed king of the wolves, kept the hunter populations to a resounding zero. Kill on sight. That was his order. It would appear that things were different now, far different. Hunters seemed to run rampant here, stealing lives that were not meant to be stolen. Did they want a war? Well they were going to have one. But then again she wasn't entirely sure. The creatures here seemed rather passive with the hunters but something had to give. How many had to die of poison or shooting someone for the mere grounds that their dna was different. They sounded a lot like Nazis.

One thing for certain was this city, despite its problems. It was a slice of freedom, a fresh new beginning to the she-wolf, that was no longer bound by the chains of a demented pack alpha or forced to be broken down just because he felt like it. She no longer had to try and win a losing war. This was a new experience, one she wasn't entirely used to. After all, her welcome mat was a trap in the woods that nearly took off her leg and a despondent (albeit earned) and surly panther man who reluctantly helped her.

Every city had its problems just as every creature had its own cross to endure.

It was now when Raven shone, weaving through the confusing pathways of the city with relative ease. Perhaps she wasn't so helpless after all? They seemed to go in circles but apparently they wound up in the rough side of town in the warehouse district where the shipping docks were located. Mira followed closely, her paws treading lightly on the concrete as she was careful to blend in with those shadows that match her charcoal coloured coat. Away from prying eyes was where she preferred it in this very moment. There was a brief instance where she wondered where the hell she was leading her to. She didn't really need to be patched up that badly, she was undoubtedly capable of healing herself, but it is her own inquisitiveness of this plagued city that has her following the other she-wolf. She really didn't have a clue.

There is a narrow path that lead to the dilapidated cargo ship that she follows her up, her nails making soft clinking noises as she follows her aboard the ship. It was guarded by a large burly man that wordlessly moved to the side to allow them entry. It was a massive ship that was repurposed for were-animals of all kinds. It was crawling with them, their cocktail of scents assaulted her with their musk and adrenaline, unable to pinpoint each one there was just too many. It was almost overwhelming to her injured form. Her body adeptly tried to heal, but the silver still kept it raw and bubbling as though the knife was laced with corrosive acid. Yeah, silver was a bitch.

Mira preferred to remain as hidden as possible, the large rowdy crowd made her nerves set alight. Her pointed ebon ears flickered as they assaulted by the sounds of their rowdy cries. She kept her wounded side to the wall, keeping a watchful golden eye on the woman that moved through the ark with familiar ease. Mira did not wander far. It was like a grungy maze, made of metal that showed its age. Her molten eyes scanned the cage that currently harboured two fighting forms, it was impossible to tell what they were as they moved too quickly. Their limbs blurred ruthlessly in a fury of claw, fur and blood. This place was so unlike anything she had ever seen before, and it practically fluctuated with life like a living creature of its own. She could even hear the groan of the ship and clattering chains against the exterior metal hull even over the roar of people.

Relief almost set in when she led her away from the throng of people and within what appeared as a medical room, fully stocked. It looked clinical despite the dingy look of everything else. But it did not go unnoticed when the black wolf unlatches the lock with what seems like her eyes. What the?

However, once inside the small fluorescent lit room Raven shifts. How on earth does a wolf shift back to human form fully clothed? It was a nifty trick, this she was certain of. It would certainly come in handy when shifting on the fly was a necessity. Yet there were stranger things in this city of Sacrosanct. Everything here still seemed new and peculiar to Mira. However, this place was unlike anything she had ever seen before that was for sure.

Without much prompting, the nearly all black wolf leapt up onto the bed which only bit into her wound on her side further, which caused a small groan to part her maw. She really ought to work on not scuffling with hunters as they almost always had silver on hand, a compound which easily found itself upon her hate list. She sat in wolf form upon the medical bed, her nearly glowing gaze watched as the now human woman lifted her sleeves. She was riddled with scars apparently from head to toe. Did this happen before she turned? She wondered. The other woman must have suffered her fair share of life's cruelties but life as a were-creature was not simple or an easy road to travel down. It was why they were designed to take all kinds of damage. Regardless, were animals, especially the predators seemed to be a beacon for the sadistic and drawing forth and enhancing the vilest qualities in people.

"You know if it were not for the silver, I would probably be healed already." She admits, her wolfish mouth curves into what seems close to a strained smile. "I heal pretty quickly like most of us do. How does your face feel?" She couldn't help that concern that crosses her features. It looked gnarly sore and jagged, it was hard to tell with the blood that still appeared wet and oozing upon her scarred face, only now it didn't have the fur to conceal the fresh gore. A soft exhale escapes her once again taking in her surroundings in silent contemplation.

"Are all hunters here so trigger happy?" She inquires idly, her mind speaking toward the others own, as her golden eyes flash with the desire to know the truth.

Mira Ramos