There was a reason why the Ark was closed on a full moon. Everyone of their kind was more antsy than usual. The last thing she wanted to see was their own staff be injured severely, let alone a patron. Full moons were dangerous when a group of Weres, not within the same pack, were in the same place. There was no one to control them. There was no chance of harmony that could be found between any of them. A full moon was a chance for the pack members to bond, for the cord strung between them, to be stronger. Always the Ark was closed. It allowed them to do things together and help keep their business and home intact. It was an innocent mistake that they were opened tonight. Jackal was messing with the calendar, and for whatever reason, he had it listed that tonight they would be open. Raven was a meek woman that hardly raised her voice unless there was a reason. She was close to it when Jackal informed her that tonight she would have to work. Her pack and their staff were entirely aware that she had feral tendencies. It would not be an easy night. Luckily the witch she was bound to was capable of making very good potions. The young woman was eager to try a potion that would at least help ease the discomfort she would be in.

It had only been a few hours since the Ark opened for business. Everyone seemed more excited than usual. No doubt it was their animal half taking more control. It was obvious that within the fighting ring every competitor was more vicious than usual. Their growls or roars were more deafening than usual. It was all rather too much for her. After collecting the money for the bets, she would quietly retreat to the stockroom behind the bar, grateful for the little bit of buffering there was between her and them. Although she couldn't hide there for long. She had to go help and provide support where she could. Usually she was capable of keeping an eye on everything. Ensuring that the meals and drinks were being delivered in a timely manner. That they had the correct amount of money floating about to make the change or exchanges. Even being able to watch a fight or too. It was unfortunate that with the amount of Weres within their establishment, and with the effects of the full moon, Raven wasn't very good at monitoring things like normal. Climbing up the stairs to take some of the money from the staff she couldn't help, but look down at the fighting ring before. Pausing for a moment she watched the scene unfold below her with a frown on her scarred face. She had seen this particular Rottweiler before. Jack always did his best in the ring, but he could hardly keep up. And she couldn't help, but feel sorry for the man, because she was fighting against notorious Louie. He was a troublemaker and ever since his last incident they had to keep a close eye on him.

Seeing the orangutan move his arm widely to the side, her blue-grey eyes squinted slightly, as she noticed something odd. The werewolf couldn't see what was in his hand, after all his palm was facing down, but she noticed there was a very subtle glint of something odd. Seeing his arm move to the side again, towards the dog, she noticed that subtle flash. Leaning over she kept her eyes trained on the ape feeling a bit uneasy. As he grabbed on the dog's jaw, and pulled him over to see his throat, Raven clenched the stairwell tightly. Something just didn't seem right. Looking over to Jackal, to see if he saw what she did, she saw him nod once, a silent agreement between the pair that there was something strange going on. Without hesitation she turned around, going down the stairs, ignoring the patrons that purposefully walked out of her way. It was the sharp bark from the coyote and the gasp from the crowd that swung her head over to the ring to find a coyote now in the ring. As Raven got closer to the ring she noticed the ape swinging one arm around his back, his hand digging around for something. Concerned for the coyote Raven tugged and pulled all the shadows that were in the Ark, and pulled them towards the ring, billowing those shadows where both the coyote and ape were unable to see momentarily. Grabbing one of the ropes she swung herself in ignoring how the place began to grow quiet as the shadows continued to grow. It was rare, but her voice was raised firmly as she spoke quite clearly to both parties.

"Stop! Both of you."

The shadows would slowly start to part and the young woman would be seen standing between the coyote and the orangutan. Her dial was held upwards, her shoulders back, as she stood quietly, blue-grey eyes focused solely on the ape. As the orangutan moved his arm slowly Raven shifted her eyes towards it, clenching her teeth as she noticed his hand was closed. As soon as he flicked his hand forward, the young woman shot out her hand to use her telekinesis to stop the shard of glass from being thrown at either her or the coyote. The shard of glass would suddenly drop to the floor, it's sound the only thing that could be heard within the crowded Ark. Her mind was throbbing with pain, as she felt that familiar feeling lurch itself form out of the darkness in her mind. It was not happy. Without any other thought the ape would suddenly be launched into the air, slowly being circled around the ring, as he began to flail widely. For a moment Raven would move him around and around, keeping an eye on him, and only moving him down to meet her at her eye level. Her voice was quite soft, but it still held that firm bite in it.

"Louie, this is the second time you've been caught cheating. You are not allowed to come into the Ark again. You need to leave, now."

That throbbing, painful feeling, only intensified as she remained standing there between the coyote and the Ape. She would briefly look over to the coyote to ensure she was okay, but her eyes would shift back to the ape, as she held her ground. The shadows would continue to roll along the ground, some of it swirling around the coyote in a coaxing manner, as Raven waited for the ape to begin his retreat. It was a rare sight for Raven to be this...demanding.

Raven Clocksworth.