No one could hardly understand what it was like to be around something that terrified them so terribly after experiencing a horrendous event. Being around other werewolves frightened her even though it shouldn't. If anything being around creatures of her own sub-species should bring her a sense of familiarity and comfort. Instead their very presence brought her in a panic making her feel as if she had to walk around egg-shells around them. The physical and mental abuse she had endured from her pack had severely broken her. It had taken her months and years after the fact for her to willingly start to trust others again. Her feline pack mates, unknowingly, were helping her pick and mend those pieces one at a time. She was getting better! The lupine was able to carry on a conversation without muttering or staring at the ground. There was a bit of confidence in her step as she walked around the Ark or their territory. She was opening herself up just a little enough to let those small tendrils twist and turn around Tetradore and Tobias, enough to where that bond could be forged. Slowly she was coming out of her shell, starting to find herself, that part of her that had been locked away for most of her life. After Frost attacked her, she returned to her reclusive and broken self. However, she couldn't remain hidden for long. Her pack wouldn't allow that. Her mate wouldn't tolerate it for long. The connections that she had made forbade her from giving up on them, and in a way, they couldn't give up on her.

After the attack she despised the cold. When she felt a shiver of cold air she would flinch. The Ark was constantly boiling hot due to her control of the thermostat. It even got too hot for her Alpha that after a very stern lecture she was unable to touch the thermostat again. The sounds of hooves caused the apex predator to shake non-stop. It didn't matter if it was a deer or an antelope. If the creature had hooves it triggered her to experience that fear of thinking he was nearby. She despised horses immensely. Especially after Tetradore had died. Once that occurred there was no going back. Both she and her mate wanted nothing to do with those creatures. Although she hated the cold she adjusted well to at least tolerating it. Now that hooved weres were welcomed back into the Ark, the sound of their hooves slamming the floor didn't trigger her nerves. However, being around Frost was still an issue. Raven was trying to be confident. At the very least she wasn't cowering in front of him. Although she was having a difficult time even trying to speak with him. Her other half was well aware of just who they were in front of and it wasn't happy about it at all. When Frost began to invade her mind, her other half swiftly shoved him out, not tolerating his intrusion. Why he would even think she would be foolish enough to poison him clearly showed his inability to understand just who she was as a person. Summoning up some courage she inhaled softly, steadying her nerves, replying with a soft, but firm voice.

"Please, stay out of my head Frost."

It was best for the both of them if he wouldn't wander in there. She attacked him once and lost. If she lost control of herself and her feral side came out, who knows what would happen! It was something she had no interest in testing out. Although she didn't mind testing out a brownie to prove that the batch she cooked were safe! Even though she despised the man greatly that didn't mean she would callously kill him with poison. There was enough blood in her ledger and she had no intention of writing another name in there. His demand that she walk with him, to wherever it was he wished to go, was answered with immense doubt. She had no intention nor desire to be near him let alone spend any more time with him, especially when there was no one around. He wasn't her Alpha. There was no reason to follow his order. She gave him the money, and in goodwill, she gave him the chocolate and pumpkin brownies. When he spoke again she sighed softly shaking her head as she began to follow him. Unbeknownst to him she pulled on that cord that connected her to her mate, letting him be aware where she was and who she was with, and if anything bad happens, she would call to him. Raven would remain a few paces behind the Were-Horse keeping an eye on him at all times. Usually being around nature helped to soothe and comfort her, but it wasn't working with Frost's presence. Blue-grey eyes narrowed as she saw him sit on a log and the gesture for her to follow was answered with a silent blank stare. Sitting on the far side of the log she clutched her hands, one finger turning the engagement ring on her finger, in a nervous habit. That he hadn't want to attack her, but she didn't attack him, was answered with an undignified snort and firm reply.

"I never attacked you. You trespassed, I asked you to leave, therefore I was defending...and..."

Really. It had been years now and the man still believed he was in the right! He wasn't in any right whatsoever. He trespassed on her pack's territory. Before she could even continue to rebuttal she was interrupted by the site of that large leather-bound book he had taken out from his bag. Dumbfounded she took the book and laid it, unopen in her lap. Slowly she would open the book, expecting it to be a trap, of what kind she didn't know, but anything from him wasn't good. Opening the book she began to turn the pages gently, looking over the artistic photos that depicted scenes from the story, and the fancy text that were on the other side of the book. There was a page that had a rather large looking horse. Funny, she could have sworn she could hear the sound of heavy hoof beats slamming on the ground, one by one, and one by one again. Unable to stop it she began to shake as those hoof beat sounds only grew louder. Feeling something behind her she looked around to see a rather gigantic looking black horse. Blue-grey eyes widened in complete disbelief at what she saw. A rather large horse, far larger than Frost's form, with eight legs standing idly behind her. As the creature's muzzle gently pressed against her cheek, she growled softly, the other side of her informing her that this wasn't real. It couldn't be. It was him all over again. Her feral side growled in response as the larger equine walked across the log between them. Struggling to stay in control Raven shoved the other side of her back, trying to reason with it. The man was somehow making her see a horse, a horse wasn't that bad of a creature. One hand would reach up to touch her cheek where she felt the horse's warm breath. Hesitantly she replied with a whisper as one hand went up to gently reach for the horse, petting it's forehead as it nosed at her book again.

"He is...pretty. All those...hooves though. Too...many..."

All those hooves and the damage they could cause. Shuddering she shook her head as she felt that other side of her start to rise up in defense. The snow falling from the sky wasn't helping her at all. Uncomfortable she folded her arms across the other, her hands gripping her elbows as she attempted to settle herself. Struggling to keep her mind together she shoved her feral side much farther down that darker part of her mind, asking it not to do anything. Frost wasn't harming her, at least, not yet. She promised herself that if he did attack then she would let the other have control without question. This seemed to pacify her other half, for now. Looking back at the opened book in her lap, she began to turn the pages, every now and then looking up at Sleipnir and then back at the decorative pages. She would stop moving the pages when they rested on a photo of Odin. There he stood with a dark blue cape, with silver runes etched on it, riding on top of Sleipnir, with two ravens circling overhead, two wolves standing protectively in front of Sleipnir, his one eye staring back up at her. With a shrug of her shoulders she pointed to the page indicating what she would like him to tell her.

"Well, I guess Odin would correlate to God in Christianity, right? Who is he, why did he have Sleipnir, and the two ravens, and why does he have one eye?"

Raven Clocksworth.