It had taken Raven years to get Tobias to understand the social norms and what he should and should not do. His temperament was absolutely dreadful, the boy capable of throwing tantrum after tantrum. She was never afraid that he would harm her. Deep down she knew he would never do such a terrible thing to her. Whether he understood she was harmed by others or not, it all didn't matter. He always called her his, and anything that belonged to him would never suffer his wrath. There were many days where she struggled. Time and time again he would bare his teeth at her or others, yell and scream, deliberately break something or cause mayhem anywhere he went. Yet he would always listen to her, struggle to comprehend, but he would always try until he got it right. Raven never gave up on him, when others surely would. She was quite calm and steady, gently easing him in the right direction. As much as she was helping him ease in the right direction, by no means, she didn't want him to be completely changed. After all she was drawn to him for a reason. He had come so far from where he was. The boy was comprehending how society worked, judged, and excepted from him. There were some things he should and shouldn't do. Tonight though it would seem that the tables had turned. He was correcting her on every bad thing she was doing.

She was not one to raise her voice or scream at her mate. Never would she dare raise a hand at him to slap, or do anything that would physically harm him. When she was a lupine she would never growl at him or show him her teeth in a threatening manner. It was not in her nature to show any aggression to those she was close to even though that was what she experienced mostly throughout her life. Crouching over the table with the steak clutched tightly she tore into it as her mate protected her from the other male. Deep down she understood who the dark-haired tall male was to her. Even though he was hers that didn't mean she was willing to share her prize with him. When his hand pulled away from her, that shock look on his face seemed to trigger...something. This was not something she should do, but she didn't want to share...it was her meat. For a moment her façade went blank the woman unable to know how she should react. Something was telling her to approach him, to tell him something, and yet that fleeting feeling was gone. Returning to her steak and finished eating up, jumping off the table and barging towards the bar. After all she deserved a drink. As she grabbed the bottles she sniffed the alcohol finding the scent not to her satisfaction. It was when she found the hose and pressing the buttons did she find the water. Drinking from the hose gun was easy, and as she drank from it she noticed how the others stared at her.

She didn't like that. Raven doesn't like receiving attention. Attention wasn't a good thing, it was always bad. After all she received such wonderful attention from her pack mates. They were angry with her. Just like now. The angry patrons and staff members that were yelling at her, throwing up their hands, coming towards her was absolutely frightening. She didn't like the screaming. The girl visibly flinching as they jeered at her, enclosing in on her space. Something in her brain sparked knowing that they would stay back if she did something, but what? Bringing up the hose she pressed the button as a stream of water came out, spraying the staff and patrons that dared to come close. As they fell back she would stop and attack another group of them, wanting them to go away. Yet they kept coming at her, coming closer. Panicking she continued to spray at them, this time using her telekinesis to start throwing alcohol bottles off the shelves intro the patrons. Seeing the anger and disgust in their eyes caused the girl to see brief flashes of the same anger and disgust in her pack's eyes. Each time she blinked her eyes her old pack would be replaced with everyone in Ark and vice versa, the woman petrified. Tobias' order for her to stop was ignored, as she kept spraying them, shouting in a stuttering manner.

"Don't....want...others....go away...go away"

They just needed to go away. All of them just needed to go away. If they went away then maybe she'd be okay. It made sense. At this point Raven had no idea where her mate ran off to. She was trapped, stuck, unable to leave from behind the bar. This was her safe spot. Like the cage at her old home, they couldn't reach her if she remained behind the bars. They were kept out. Just like now. It was the sudden feeling of a pair of strong arms wrapping around her did she grow still in shock. With a yelp she struggled to move out, her lithe frame twisting and turning as one hand reached out to grab his wrist, squeezing him tightly, wanting him to let her go. With a sharp whimper she thrashed about as she lost her hold on the hose. As it fell to the floor she released another cry, terrified that her weapon was gone. As the patrons and staff members began to cheer the woman began to shudder, terrified to know what would happen next. The threat of Tetradore being angry with her didn't was not something she would comprehend in this point of time. Turning her dial around she would grow still as she realized it was her mate that was holding her against him. Her grip on his wrist would loosen. This time she would lean into him, growing still as her eyes closed, muttering inconsistently under her breath. Raven would always pull in her mate into a tight hug, to squeeze him gently, to calm him down when he was upset or furious, and it would seem he was doing the same for her. Weakly she spoke up, wanting him to stay close, not wanting him to leave her, not when the others were there.

"Will...not...let...go....please.....do not...not let go."

Raven Clocksworth.