Being in a pack was something the young girl craved desperately, even though she was born in one. It was nice to have a place where she belonged and could be herself. It was satisfying to know that she had the capability of trusting others. Her trust in her Alpha and her boyfriend was quite deep, trusting the two of them with her life, and her loyalty to them would be such an easy weakness to expose and use against her. Although if you were to ask her if there was a disadvantage to being in a pack, at this point in time she would say no. She rather enjoyed it. Raven wasn't sure what her entire role was in the pack, or what it should be, but she kept herself busy and doing something to make the boys happy. Every day she would cook their meals and every now and then making them a delicious desert or treat, she cleaned up some messes, patrolled the borders as needed, entertained and kept Tobias busy while Tetradore was doing something with the business, and sometimes helping her Alpha with whatever needed to be done. It was gratifying for the girl that did not have the best experience in her family pack. The Nightshade pack was her new family now and she would do anything for them.

Quietly the werewolf listened to the witch incorrectly describe the bond between Weres within a pack. Why the witch would assume that secrets among members could not remain secrets at all was quite alarming. She was sure that if her secrets could be easily revealed to everyone within her pack then she would be quite nervous and wary of everyone. If she knew what they always thought of her then she would be living in fear at all times, not comfort. One grey ear twitched as her cold stormy eyes held a glint of amusement. Oh if Vhalla knew anything about the wolf, she would know that Raven, had not once had such a dirty thought about her significant other. She was far too embarrassed to think such certain things as that. As for the Tetradore and Tobias, she had no idea, and really didn't want to know whether they thought such things or not.

It was the mention of running with another that didn't return her same feelings brought another sheer of amusement to the young woman. She knew so very, very well, that her spotted companion truly loved her. As for Tetradore, well, she wasn't sure what he thought of her or if he held some sort of love an Alpha would have for a faithful follower, but she knew quite very well he did not love her as the same if he were Tobias. No, Tetradore had that sort of love for the friendly farie that stumbled in their lives. As the witch sighed dramatically and took a deep bow, Raven titled her dial to the side, a bit confused. No one had ever 'bowed' to her before. In her world there was meaning behind the bow and whether Vhalla intended or not, she had lowered herself to Raven. She had in a way, submitted herself to the scarred wolf, and Raven wasn't quite sure how to take it. In a way she wanted to correct her and in a way she didn't, her bow caused other Weres to look at them. With a nod she spoke gently, easily, holding a humorous tone to it.

"Well, you are indeed a lowly witch, especially if that is what you think a pack bond is like. The way you described the bond is nothing like that at all, if it was, I wouldn't be in a pack."

As Vhalla began to play with her hair she could hear the sounds of the spectators roar in delight with the fight finally at an end. She didn't mind the congratulations uttered to her. She was quite excited and proud. Not in herself, never in herself. She was proud of her spotted companion, proud to have him succeed. He was quite different than everyone. He was unique in his own way and she was happy when he was finally able to act as himself and be recognized for something good, and not be ridiculed. The fighting arena was his chance to proclaim himself as being accepted by all and use his talents to the ebst of his ability. It was the question from the witch that caused the wolf to politely explain finding the question reasonable.

"Mate is more like, we're married, and we are currently not, at least not yet."

It was when Vhalla answered her reasoning to coming into the Ark to watch the fights that caused the wolf to grow quiet for a moment. She could hear the hisses or low growls from some of the Weres that were nearby, she could hear them speak in their own Were tongue, things that the witch could not understand. Indeed Raven understood why some of the Weres were not too pleased with her answer and she would quickly fix the error, correcting the witch, subtly reminding the girl of where she was and that she would need to be careful. With a nod she responded.

"The West isn't the friendliest of most places and some Weres may be a bit offended for you calling the fights 'entertainment.' Especially if you are here without placing a bet or two, or spending some money on food and drinks. The North contains much higher entertainment, respectable and tame I am sure, more witch friendly I bet."

As for saying the fight was good, well of course it was, after all Tobias and Tetradore were undefeated. Even she was undefeated in duo fights, fighting along her spotted companion's side. She did quite well for herself and yet she hadn't been involved with a fight in the ring in such a very, very long time. Her dial would raise upwards her chest puffed out a bit proudly, as she spoke with a ring of honesty.

"Of course it was a good fight, some of us are quite good at it."

Raven Clocksworth.