Perhaps it could be easily assumed that anyone with the capability of shedding their skin for fur could match the personality of their counterpart. True some tendencies of her preferred form carried over to her other side. The need to survive was much stronger than that of any other human or supernatural creature, but it was not in her own particular nature that she allow herself to succumb to that wilder part of her mind. Always she walked in fear, afraid to become a part of herself that needed to stay restrained. When she changed into her lupine form, she always had to be mindful of the subtle signs that her mind was slowly deteriorating into her sub-species primal state. It could be hard to imagine that the mild-mannered young woman could become such a destructive and cruel creature. It is, as they say, always the quiet ones. What Davante had seen that night she stormed into his store and leapt upon his desk wasn't Raven's typical way of interaction. That night he had come across a very lonely and desperate creature searching for a way to comfort the void within her. The dagger on his desk brought back memories, painful ones, but it had brought a twinge of comfort to see something from her pack. The girl just had to have it and so desperation turned into irritation.

As he continued to drag on the topic of her pack, lean arms would fold in front of her as she turned around. Shoulders tightening as she bent her head, clinging to herself. If she thought of her pack too much then she would just continue to grow bitter which would increase her irascibility and perhaps enhance the need to change. In her scarred skin she felt vulnerable, but within her warm obsidian and gray fur, it was her own personal armor. Having the object that belonged to her pack was far better than remembering that bloody night. His inquiry would allow the girl to turn around to face him again once more. Shrugging her shoulders, one arm would move, hand gesturing towards the cabinet that held the stellar collection of numerous knives, each made with different metal, the length of the blade various in size.

"That dagger belonged to my pack...so it belongs to me. My boss is not my Alpha, so I cannot ask for favors."

Lucian was not her Alpha. He was her employer. It was not in a Weres' nature to ask an Alpha or any member of a pack for some sort of favor. If you were a loner, you were alone. You couldn't rely on anyone but yourself. If she had belonged in a pack she would have asked for some sort of aid to get the dagger away from Davante's grasp. Turning her head away from him she noticed the hour hand nearly reaching the '5' on the clock. Closing time was coming up in a few minutes and she had no time to waste. As soon as the Devil's Den was closed she had to prepare supper for WereLeopard and count up the money of the day. If she was lucky she could try to squeeze in a few chapters in her book before Tobi would ask her to play, which meant she could get through a paragraph, but if she was lucky maybe she could get a page. But if Tobi was not wanting to play tonight then she hoped she could run off and watch Serafina for a little while, that odd need to be close to the woman Folding her arms again her words carried a polite tone to it, if he was going to stick around it had better be for business, not social need.

"Was there something you were looking in particular for?"

Because if not, it is best if you leave. She may be kind, but she was a creature that preferred solitude than the company of strangers.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven