She would have to be weird if she was going to befriend a Dark Hunter. It wasn't natural for her kind to be comfortable around them, because they took supernatural creatures, like her, down. It wasn't surprising that the two of them started on the wrong foot and paw. Time and time again, Fate seemed to always bring the two together, whether they liked it or not. Serafina chose the cranky blonde man as her mate, and because of that, Raven was willing to tryand get along with him. It was worth it in the end. Behind that irritable exterior, deep down, was a man capable of being kind and showing he cared. Their relationship was much better now. If she was touching him like this at the beginning, he most likely would have shoved her forcefully off him and berate her about sharing her Were germs with him. At least now he just gave her a dark scowl and an annoyed huff. Teasing him was quite fun! As he moved his leg away from her, she walked away from him, she knew when it was time to stop pressing his buttons.

After years of being called terrible names, harassed by the very people that should have accepted her, she grew a thick skin over those mental and emotional scars. Being called weird was tame to her. One thing that easily set her off was when others called or described her husband in a derogatory way. At times she would hold her tongue and let it roll off her back. Azrael knew herself and her pack for years now. Although her mate was a bit off, he should know by now that he wasn't stupid, just different. Unwilling to accept Azrael's opinion on her husband, she visibly and audibly shared her frustration. Being told to stop growling triggered a deep snarl. For a minute she'd go quiet when he sighed defeatedly. However, when his apology followed with an attempt to tear down her husband again, Raven gave him a cold glare daring him to finish his sentence.

After he went silent, probably accepting that he shouldn't even try to explain himself, she was satisfied. Azrael got the message. Shaking herself, the dark fur along her hackles flattened, and she stopped her growling. Turning around she began the short trek towards the luxury cabin Tetradore had for them. His mention her typical attire would not be sufficient for wherever they were going was a bit odd. It wasn't like he ever took her to some sort of ritzy or upscale business location. Besides, she didn't have many clothes, to begin with. She packed what she knew she would need to get by with. That fancy dark blue dress she wore during that Christmas auction wouldn't make it, neither would her wedding dress. Besides, the young woman never cared for her own appearance. Why should she? It wasn't like those scars that crisscrossed all over her body would help her win any beauty pageant. It just made others stare, and it made her uncomfortable. His dramatic sigh and refusal at her offer to give him a new set of clothes were answered with a crestfallen look on her face. Climbing up the porch steps she dejectedly responded.

"You look soaked, I thought you'd want something warm to wear."

The mention of the Council having a meeting about the Were population didn't sound good. The Council was supposed to help the supernatural creatures and humans. As far as she could tell they mostly helped humans and perhaps their own pockets. They wouldn't take out the warehouse where she saw her kind being sold to do God only knows for those damn vampires. Surely, they were being paid to look away. How could she trust them with anything? Like any wet canine, she began to shake off the excess water in her dark fur, and once she was done, she allowed that familiar shift. Dressed in clothes that clearly wouldn't do, she put her hand on the doorknob and gestured for the man to follow her if he wanted a chance to get inside. Whether he came in or not, her husband was sitting on the couch eating whatever sort of snacks he found while playing his game. After changing out of her clothes she returned to the front of the cabin, carrying with her a blanket and two towels. Wearing a pair of black jeans, a dark blue blouse, and a light black cardigan, Raven was sure her attire would be fine. Finding her husband standing at the doorway with his arms crossed, she spoke to him softly giving him a hug and a gentle kiss on the cheek, promising him that she would be okay with Azrael. Closing the front door, she pulled the key fob out of her pocket, pressing the button to unlock it. Handing Azrael the towels and blanket she murmured softly.

"Go on ahead and set the towels over your leather seat, and you can use the blanket to make yourself warm."

Was she being a little silly to have Azrael cover his seat with towels? Sure. However, this was Tetradore's' car, and she would make sure it was treated very well. Heading towards the driver's seat, she opened the car door and got in. After putting on her seatbelt, she turned the car on and slowly began to drive it out of the woods and back on the small road. As soon as the car hit the pavement, she allowed the speed to increase, heading towards the city. Blue-grey eyes narrowed as she looked over to make sure he had done as she asked. Adjusting the temperature dial a bit to warm the two of them up, she responded gently.

"I grew up without anyone caring whether or not I had an opinion, you know. No one cares what you think when you're seen as a monster to your own pack. So, why would my opinion matter now? Why does the Council want to have a conversation about the Were population? The majority are good citizens, but just like any other supernatural creatures there are bad apples...like them."