It was a rather long and tedious day filled with personal and social agony. Lately the mundane tasks that once relieved her ability to not think of the past was losing its grip on her ability to stay content. Today's ordinary task was rather simple and hardly did she need to spend a great amount of energy. Going through the warehouse she was checking inventory items on the shelf and comparing them to the items sold within the last month. Seeing how she was the only person checking people out it was to no surprise at all that everything would be perfect. Not an item was missing on the sold list and not an item was misplaced on the shelves. Clearly her organization process was running smoothly. That or she finally was able to bash some sort of sense into her lazy coworkers. With such a slow process and a rather boring one to be honest, it was no surprise that her mind should wander on other matters. Earlier she was trying to figure out just why Tobi continued to yell at her when she would sleep in her own bed, demanding she be near him. For whatever crazy reason she could not figure out and decided it must be some sort of pack thing. If he could not be among his own then he would use a substitute and she was the only thing that could fit the bill. Then with the thought of her deranged companion and his sleeping demands, the dread of figuring out what sort of dish to cook tonight. Really she could do anything what with the supplies that were in the refrigerator, freezer and cupboards, but she was so indecisive sometimes. It was when the idea of food somehow warped into what she ate in her pack and then slowly it caused her mind to trail down a very dark side of memory lane. Perhaps it was a good thing that Davante just happened to walk through the doors. Instantly a scowl appeared on her disfigured face as she put the weapon back in place. Slate eyes narrowed as he began to poke and prod her causing the hair on the back of her neck to rise. A cold soft voice blared out from the irritated woman, as she placed the weapon on the counter top folding her arms.

"Don't patronize me."

To call her a big bad wolf was slightly degrading. She wasn't that big and she wasn't that bad. It was all in self-defense. It wasn't in her nature to attack with sheer delight. A soft humanoid growl could be heard as her jaws clenched tightly not appreciating his feigned exasperated actions. As of right now she was in no mood for artificial emotions, even if he was just playing along. To her, being trapped within a cage made out of dust was rather a terrifying experience, especially when her own past showed that being in a cage was such a dangerous thing to be inside. She would tilt her head towards the side eyeing the clock, watching the ever slow minute hand tick upwards, ready to haul him out of the warehouse when it was time for them to close. Hearing his apology she would slowly turn her head in his direction, hand pulling back some of those golden-brown curls out from her eyes. Pale militated face could be seen much easier now, that small frown would remain on her features. Her cold, but cream crackered voice, would be whispered towards him as she briefly met his eyes before averting them back to the clock.

"Apology accepted. Don't mention the pack, they are dead and there isn't any reason why they must be a topic."

Really. She had already begin to think about her pack and she knew it was in her best interest she should stop. Talking about it would only make things worse.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven