In the back of her mind the curly haired woman was aware that her deviant companion was capable of doing many terrible things. A part of her knew that underneath those coal black eyes, underneath his dark jagged locks, was a person able to act on his most violent temper and would unleash it on anyone. For her she simply saw it as another example of a type of feral mind, only this time, it was something that could be acted upon whether he was in his spotted form or in his flesh. It was never her intention to help the boy become angry. Anger tended to make anyone lose their mind and act on ways they may not mean to. As she watched his entire room begin to lift up with various items tossed around as if they weighed nothing it caused the girl to be even more frightened. Feeling the ship begin to move from his use of her power, incorrectly, she could hear the roars and snarls from below from the fighting turn into shrieks and yells. There was panic and concern in her blue-grey eyes as she watched the vicious storm of furniture, clothes, and various items begin to fling around the room. Moving swiftly towards the boy, dodging the items and using her power against his own keeping the objects from hitting her. Reaching the boy her arms wrapped around his form, squeezing and holding herself tightly to him, as her face buried in his chest. Scared for his well-being, afraid to see him like this, she wanted only for the boy to stop. Pushing her away earlier caused the girl to panic and feel that familiar dreadful feeling of being casted aside and being alone once more. His shouting caused her to briefly lift her head as the storm raged on, her eyes looked into his own, noticing how dark they had become and how they seemed to be glazed over with much pain and hate. As his claws burrowed into her arms, a soft cry was let out, but she continued to hold on to him tightly burying her face into his chest again. Whatever rage he was feeling she wished to absorb his wrath and pain, to elevate this from the boy so he wouldn't have to experience it anymore. Shadows began to crawl and wrap around the boy to keep him safe, ignoring how his claws continued to slice her arms. Yet as soon as his body began to relax and the items that swirled around them started to crash into the ground, she would hold her breath as she kept still. Still wrapping her arms around him, and holding him to her, she felt the ship stop rocking and grow still.

As the boy seems to reach out to the girl, unknowing to her, she felt his body go limp and quickly let go and took a step back. Worry was etched in her face as the boy collapsed to the ground. The sound of the Weres below, that began to settle after their attempts to escape the Ark, she could hear the sound of feet coming up the stairs. A loud steal clang could be heard as the door to the boy's room shut. The sound of their feet coming towards them seemed to stop and she could hear whoever those footsteps belong to start to head back and far away from the room. Blood continued to flow down her arms as she looked down at the boy, her arms resting at her side. As he barely whispered her name she would slowly sink to the ground herself, sitting herself in front of him. One hand reached out to rest on the side of his face, but she stopped herself, when she noticed how deep the scars on her arms were. Their fragile connection of trust was not broken, but it was scratched, the young woman afraid to touch him now. As her blood dropped from her arm and onto his own arm and lap, she would bring her arms back to her and setting her hands in her lap. Silently she simply stared at the boy only concern could be seen on her face, even though a part of her was a bit nervous to still be in such a close proximity to a boy she thought wouldn't hurt her. Yet as he sat there with his frown, his claws retracted, and his breathing rapid as it tried to slow down, her hand would gently and slowly reach out to touch his. Softly she would message his hands and fingers, just the way he liked it, her touch ever so tender wanting to attempt to help calm the boy down. While the boy spoke she noticed how truly upset he was with each struggle and word given to her. Speaking as softly as he had done with her she would pause every now and then, wanting to help him comprehend.

"I am sure you two are still...brothers...everyone gets angry sometimes...but people can forgive. Maybe...you tell me what you did wrong...and I could help you fix it?"

In the back of her mind she was attempting to figure out just what had happened between the two. She knew they were close, even though they just got reattached, and it was no surprise to her that after seeing their interaction at the dock she knew there was something wrong. Knowing this was going to be a struggle, her eyes would search for his as she attempted to get him to explain. She wanted to understand, but she needed all the help she could get.

"Please...tell me why he is angry at you...what did you do to make him angry?"

Brows would furrow as she spoke about Nadya. Did the female Panther help cause the riff between the two males? Had she done something wrong and Tobi got to blame? Perhaps Tobi had done something to Nadya and Nadya didn't wish for her brother to find out...in case it was something so very bad. Raven hardly didn't know, and how this Aiden was related to it all. Tilting her head to the side, her hands still gently rubbing his as her arms slowly began to heal, the she-wolf spoke slowly.

"Why does Naddy say don't tell Aiden...what are you not supposed to tell Aiden...and who is Aiden?"

The she-wolf wanted to understand as much as she could so she could help him. After all, that is what a friend was supposed to do for one another? It was clear the boy relied heavily on Tetra and she wished something could be done....and fast to solve this once and for all. Raven did not want Tobi to go through something like this again, unsure that she could ever stop his wrath again.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven