Not once had she experienced something like being petted before, at least not this kind of petting. The feel of gentle fingers gliding along her head, trailing down her neck was an oddly comforting feeling. Her hefty form would press even deeper into Isolts' side, content to feel those delicate fingers stroke her fur. The only time she was ever petted was when she had a leopard on her back, and his petting was rough and far too fast. Isolt's was soft, slow and ever so gentle the kind that really made the cainine feel content. It was no surprise that Weres were kept as pets, especially by Vampires, and she should have moved away from Isolt at the respect of her species. Yet she did not want the petting to stop, at least not yet, because she doubted she would be petted by anyone ever again. While her charge and the aggravating blonde Hunter bickered between one another in regards to the Were-Anaconda she felt something heavy begin to swirl around everyone. All the voices around her sounded muffled as her ears twitched side to side listening for something else. There was a sharp ominous feeling weighing heavily and it was almost electrifying. It was the Hunter's rapid movement that brought her attention to the group, focusing on the gloves that seemed to have jumped out of Serafina's bag. Snorting softly she shook her head taking a side step from Isolt to allow her to pick up the gloves. Yet her attention on the others was short lived when she once again felt that heavy 3ill-omened electrifying feeling pick up again. Ebony and ashen fur stood on end when the heavy feeling seemed to linger much steadier a soft growl rumbled in the back of her throat.

Both ears turned towards the building as she suddenly heard the window cracking and her eyes widen as the glistening windows began to shatter. Black lips pulled back to reveal her sharp teeth as her hackles rose and her form shifted into a more protective stance. As the large lamp flew towards the vampire holding the injured were her head whipped around towards her charge. First and foremost as the witch's familiar instincts drawled the lupine to protect Serafina. Dark shadows began to emerge around Serafina in a protective manner as another few wisps of shadow began to circle around Isolt. As a small table was launched in her general direction she focused her telekinesis on it, ready to throw it back into the lobby, but an unfamiliar rough hand suddenly grabbed the back of her neck scruff. Alarmed and a bit hurt a sharp yelp came out of her as she felt her still form being moved and lifted in an unnatural manner. Grey paws thrashed around as she attempted to get herself free, blue-grey eyes locked on Serafina that invisible line tethered between them tightening as the need to protect only heightened. With Azrael's ability to move fast, unknown it was he that had lifted her up, she only saw Serafina being moved by something blurry. As soon as she felt the ground underneath her massive paws, and the grip loosen from her scruff, she scampered towards Serafina, curling herself around her legs in a shielding manner.

As she turned to look at the very spot she had just come from she was surprised to see Azrael just standing there with his own look of bewilderment smeared on his face. It was obvious why he would protect Serafina, but why he would keep her from harm she had no idea. Being close to Serafina ebbed away some of her worries and concern for the raven-haired woman's safety. As Azrael spat at Serafina, Raven could not help but quietly glare at him, her head brushing against Serafina's side in a reassuring manner. As far as she was concerned they had done nothing wrong or anything to make the Dark Hunter want to go against his teachings to protect two supernatural creatures. As he berated everyone and turned to leave she almost wanted to launch that lamp, which was aimed for Damon, but she stopped herself. He did keep her from harm and that was something she would equally detest. Narrowed eyes scanned the destructive scene, her form not uncurling from Serafina, as she noticed the debris and damage that had been done. What caught her attention was Isolt, with those leather gloves clutched tightly in her hands. Softly her voice pressed into each individual's head her inquiry and discovery.

"Why were we attacked and nothing was thrown at you, Isolt?"

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven