That timid creature had such a kind-heart. It was hard to believe she was capable of having one in the first place. The young woman hardly wished to inflict harm in others. Especially when she had suffered from such cruel attacks and unfair treatment. Though that didn't mean she was capable of being cruel herself. Raven was still an apex creature. The blood that ran through her veins was Alpha. After being put through the horrors of abuse and subjected to their brutal treatments, the lupine knew how to inflict similar damage to others. Deep within those darker corners of her mind laid the plans and visons of the most terrifying and horrible atrocities that she suffered from. The last thing she wanted to do to another individual was to make them suffer. It simply wasn't her way. She didn't believe that everything could be solved with tooth and claw. Words could work just as well, maybe even better, but that wasn't the nature of their way. No, within the Were community it all had to be handled upon your prowess in bringing down your opponent in a brutal manner. They were part animals after all. Raven never lacked confidence in defending herself or others. The poor girl didn't have self-confidence in herself.

It was difficult to keep the other side of herself under control. The anguish and painful shouts from the crowd mixed in with the terrifying shrieks from the monkeys sounded like a wonderful symphony to her feral self. The scent of fear and fury was a wonderful aroma. Raven knew that if she lost control then everyone would be at risk. The patrons that came to the Ark simply wanted to have a good time. Whether that was to drown themselves with alcohol, gorge themselves with food, gamble their money, or attempt their skills within the ring. Not one of them came out to the Ark to be stuck in the middle of a strife between two packs, or be eaten by a rampaging humongous wolf. Whimpering softly she could feel that tiny amount of self-control slowly slipping away. Seeing an ape attempt to grab Malia and Louie even question who Frost was, was....hysterical. Tetradore was the Alpha to never cross. They all knew this. His time in the ring was proof as to why no one should waltz in here and try anything stupid. Yet Frost was the one that managed to somehow kill the Were-Panther...and even that didn't stop Tetradore. The two Alphas were ones to not cross with, and it would be a lesson that Louie and the members of his pack would learn the hard way.

It was all humorous really. Maybe not that funny. That hysterical laugh coming from the young woman seemed abnormal. The creature within could feel that hold on her loosen as the other started to accept the matter at hand. They came into her home. They were the ones causing all the trouble. It wouldn't be her fault with what would happen next. The green-eyed one would understand. Her bones began to crack as she transformed into that familiar furred body. A low snarl was given in warning as the lupine took one step forward. The baboon that came from the rafters above to attack her was snuffed out quickly. That just opened up for others to come and attack. The thought of Malia and Frost left her mind as she was focused on her other victims for the time being. Eagerly she leapt forward attacking anything that came in her path. Three chimpanzees tumbled around on the floor towards her, grabbing forks or spoons, dishes or broken bottles and flung them her way. These objects bounced off her as she charged forward pouncing on one and sinking her teeth into their fragile bodies. Shaking her head to and fro she easily flung them up in the air and allowed their bodies to fall to the ground with a sickening thud. As the monkeys screamed and shouted in anger the wolf barked and swung her tail back and forth. There was an aura of pride that was rarely ever seen. Each step she took was assurance as she stalked towards her next group of prey that just so happened to be some staff members. Not knowing they were friend and not foe, she pulled her black lips back, ready to pounce on them when suddenly she heard something that sounded horrible! With a loud cry she shook her head violently as she took a few steps back. In front of those staff members was Jackal with some kind of whistle in hand.

"No Salvaje, no! Go get the monos, these are amigos. Go get the monkeys!"

Shaking her head she opened her jaws to reveal those very sharp teeth that could easily slice through Jackal's body. With a growl she slowly turned around away from him and that pain that came in that direction. Her focus would go again on the monkeys charging and pouncing on them. It was all rather fun to the demented beast. As the apes began to dogpile on top of her the lupine would turn her head snapping her jaws violently until she caught her target. Other times she would drop herself to the ground and roll over to her side to knock some of them off her. Only to get back up and stomp on one and bite down on the other. It became quite clear that Louie had miscalculated. Some of his pack members started to flee. The orangutan began to shout out orders to his pack mates that managed to stick around attempting to take down the wolf and the two others. Slowly Raven began to circle underneath the rafters, ignoring the gorillas that were slowly coming her way. The sound of someone's voice pressing into her mind was answered with an unhappy snarl, finding those voices painful. The loud explosion caused the lupine to jump up in her spot in surprise as the beam cracked and slowly began to fall...bringing Louie down. Her jaws opened wide as she caught hold of his hind food. With a sharp yelp she felt something sharp slam into her left eye. Sticking out of her eye was large piece of shard glass. His fall caused a large smack sound on the ground that caused one of her paws to slam on top of him. A furious growl was given as laid down on the ground, with the monkey caught between both her paws. As he began to shriek and plead of mercy the feral creature roared in reply, her black lips pulled back revealing her sharp white teeth, as warm drool would drip down on his withering form. She held him there as she stared at him with her one good eye, as she growled in warning and pleasure.

Raven Clocksworth.