"So...you continue to wander around heading for the darkest part of the district? For a wolf you have no sense of direction."

Those soft words held a sharp edge to it, mimicking the tone that came from the girl earlier. The she-wolf hadn't meant for her voice to sound so harsh or demeaning, but as of right now she was not pleased with the girl being here in the first place. She did not trust her sub-species. Wolves were hardly the type of Weres she wished to continue to associate herself with. Wolves were pack animals, the need to bond and connect with their own kind was of high importance. It was in their nature to be attached to one another, the need for order and rank ever so present in their lives, the pack system soothing any nervous thoughts. Wolves needed to be in units. They functioned far much better than they did alone. Yet her pack did not treat her like a member. Rather they treated her like the monster she became at certain times. It wasn't her fault she was cursed with a disease. She could go feral at any time and in that moment she would lose control of her mind. What was friend and foe hardly mattered. She could not control herself and no one else could control her. It was a burden on herself and on her own pack. So, without understanding, with no ounce of love given to her, no consideration or care provided, she was treated as nothing. Hardly allowed to attend pack functions she was placed within a cage and only allowed to come out every once and awhile. There was a time when her lithe frame was just as fragile and frail as Crow's. Yet after destroying her pack and living here within the city she had discovered that other species of her Race could treat her as if she belonged to them. The spotted cat being the first ones to show her kindness the moment she came here, that old sack she slept with every night, the object that showed her there was still some good left in this world, and that she didn't deserve to be treated poorly by others. A cat was the first one to show her kindness. Pretty sad when a wolf was supposed to receive that not just from its parents, but from the entire pack as well.

The oddly marked lupine continued to stand at her side of the alleyway. Her stormy eyes remained locked on the intruding girl. The West was not her territory, but she was an ally of sorts to the pack that owned the area. Tobi was not here and she was determined to continue to make sure the district was a safe place to call home. Although the frail woman did not appear as a threat Raven still felt the sharp sting of the past, the memory of her kind harming her. The scars that covered her entire form bore the hatred she felt when they lashed out at her, for mistakes she never meant to make, and the need and pleasure some received when they wanted her to be harmed. Tentatively her grey paws would carry her closer to the woman, her grey and black tail swishing side to side in an idle manner with as her deadpan response pressed into Crow's mind.

"I do....I live here."

In typical canine fashion her ebony skull would tilt to the side in a curious manner. Once again, like another Were, she was torn between how she was supposed to act within this situation. Everything about Crow smelled of weakness. The stronger of the two felt the need to chase her out, to attack, and do everything to defend her home, a place she resided with permission of course. Yet seeing the girl is such a fragile state made the curly-haired woman feel sympathy for her. Wolves were supposed to connect with one another and although she was connecting far more with felines there was still that underlining ever need to bond with her sub-species. Shaking her head she would begin to turn around, the grey fur along her shoulder blades showed the image of dragon wings, and she would stop and turn her head around, staring her down. Her voice was much softer as it pressed into her mind once more before she continued to lead the two out from the depths of the alleyway.

"Come on...you need food...and where we are going you will need to be in your fur."

While they walked at each other's side, with much distance between the two, the lupine's grey ears would twitch in the girl's direction. Ever so careful and watchful of the intruder that seemed to have no clue that she was in claimed territory. Weres always respected one another's claim and that she had not gone to the Nightshade Pack was a crime. She was lucky perhaps that tonight she met a kinder soul. They would some come across a dock with an old cargo ship with various animals lining up. Yet the she-wolf did not stop at the end of the line, but continued straight on without looking back, only to make sure Crow was following. When they reached the front of the line there stood a Jackal, the guard and bouncer of the place. Because she was dating the leopard that held the highest rank in the fights, and was the Alpha's second hand, there was hardly a need for the Jackal to stop her. Yet if the girl had not changed into her wolf form, she would be told to do so by the Jackal and this was something Raven would nod her head, agreeing with his orders and turning around to face the girl...and she would not enter the Ark without being in her fur form. As soon as Crow had changed she would continue to press on ignoring the coppery metallic smell of blood and the ruckus going on in the fighting pin, as animals surrounded the fighting ring watching the latest fight. Raven would eventually come to a stop in the darkest more secluded corner, leaping on to a booth and sitting down on her haunches. A waitress with bunny ears, showing off her ability to be a half-shifter- walked up to the duo and with her paw pointing to the menu, Raven had given the bunny their order. Turning her head around she would simply speak again, eyes meeting the others.

"We're getting steaks."

Was Crow feeling appreciative now by her help?

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven