With Tobias reverting back to his old ways it allowed the curly-haired woman to feel a bit of normalcy. Earlier that evening when he shoved her away through his tantrum it caused her nothing but anxiety and pain. The young woman enjoyed that sense of approval when she was around him. Knowing that someone wanted her around was such a thrilling thing to feel. Always she felt unappreciated or even liked by her own kind. So having at least one person enjoy her company was satisfying. So, with the male not wanting her around was a crushing blow that left her feeling...alone. That cold gripping fear of being alone was utterly terrifying. Raven had no idea how she could even accept or cope such a thing should Tobias continue to refuse her presence. She would just simply feel at a loss, unsure with what to do with herself if he had not want her around. Being unable to be around him meant that whatever small chance she had of joining his pack would simply disappear as well and she would have to find some other person to hang out with. Alexis enjoyed being around Nadya so that wouldn't do. Serafina hardly ever approved of her presence, apparently blood bonding couldn't make her want her around, and so the lupine hardly knew where else to go. The way Tobias was feeling about Tetradore ignoring him and leaving him alone was exactly how the she-wolf had felt.

All that apprehension and pain she was feeling earlier was washed away thanks to the deviant accepting her presence once again. As she sat herself down on the floor, grabbing the rope and tarp, her head would turn to the side when she felt his presence even closer to her own. Why he had decided to sit down with her she had no idea, but his dark colored eyes resting on her was a bit unnerving. Being watched so closely felt as if she were back home in that cage again. Attempting to ignore his eyes resting on her she hummed softly, long nimble fingers creating the tight knots within the rope. The humming seemed to keep her calm and collected, moving swiftly with her handiwork while the boy continued to stare. As she prepped the hammock to rise up she uttered a tiny part of her vulnerability. His retort caused the woman she shake her head as she spoke softly with her own response.

"I thought the male was supposed to provide and do everything?"

Honestly what she said was true. Males were supposed to be the providers. The females were supposed to help of course, but through nature the males were always the more dominant ones. After all who's ego needed to be stroked? Males always wanted to be seen as the stronger, smarter, and healthier specimen. Always they were the ones that needed to strut around and show off. Always Tobias found some sort of way to show himself off be it to any other male or female â€" his pride and ego affected by praise, admiration, and fear by others. She shook her head in disbelief, those golden-brown curls moving left and right with her head, hardly believing his words. It was true, she was the one that did most things for him, but she did it out of kindness and not necessarily by his orders alone. The poor girl, like any canine, desiring praise and acceptance by any means necessary. As the boy hoists himself up in his hammock a small smile appeared on her face as she turned around to face his torn up room. Quietly she began to pull and feel his dresser putting it back up in its rightful position. Hearing the male move around in his hammock, realizing that it was indeed time for bed, she grabbed a hold of his blankets and pillows with her telekinesis placing them in the air and allowing them to trail towards the leopard and his new found bed. It was when she felt his hand grip her shirt did she let out a soft yelp, and spun around to face him. This being their second kiss in their dating game, but third all together â€" once again the boy being upside down. Why he enjoyed this position she did not know. Yet she could hardly think of anything in particular. His lips on her own brought a sudden warmth to overfill her as she leaned in gently to the kiss. It was rare for the two to be intimate with one another. Their touches were always soft and infrequent both of them learning how to accept and tolerate touch â€" the young woman still trying to believe that each time he touched her....he would not harm her. When he swings away from her and back in his hammock she couldn't help, but give a soft giggle as she rolled her eyes, amused.

"You have been watching too many Spiderman movies..."

Hearing his masculine voice call to her she lifted herself into the hammock, praying it didn't break, and when she didn't hear the ropes snapping in two she let out a sigh of relief. After all their nights sleeping together in his hammock she knew exactly where she was supposed to me. For some strange reason her companion enjoyed sleeping on the left â€" closest to the door and yet she was in his 'spot.' With him still sitting up she laid herself down, slowly shifting her form to the right, moving underneath him. A small simper appeared on her pink lips as her fingers twisted and turned over one another as those bright blue-grey eyes looked up into those dark chocolate eyes.

"Did I do okay with this hammock? It isn't bad?"

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven