A dramatic sigh escapes through her lips as she watches in curiosity at the wolf, thankfully the were was able to handle the witch's dry humor. So, she speaks, oblivious to the submission she had just made to the supernatural, "How very sad!" She exclaimed with mock enthusiasm, "I thought I had finally figured out the were creatures that lurk through the west," she smiles, snapping her fingers, "Drat!" A grin plasters itself on her features as Vhalla recalls the last words of Raven's statement, "My dear, do you have secrets to hide?" she questions, arching a brow in curiosity.

Vhal doesn't expect Raven to answer and instead watches the wolf steadily, the woman is clearly proud of her companion who struts about in the ring and the assassin briefly wonders why the were isn't joining in on the fights. From what Vhalla had understood was that there were also duos as well as individual battles. Shrugging the thought away as Raven describes her relationship to her partner, the witch gives a small nod, "It seems rather confusing," Vhalla expresses herself in exasperation.

The white haired woman preferred simple relationships; friend or foe and Vhalla had yet to decide if the wolf who blocked her path was the former or the latter. The assassin did not have many friends and most who got too close to her were not around for long, as in, they died brutal and gory deaths, most by her hand, unintentionally of course.

When she comments that she's here for entertainment she can hear the subtle shift in the atmosphere. She struck a nerve. Letting the corner of her lips tug into a smirk she listens to Raven explain the west and suggest the north to the woman. Vhalla had been around all parts of the city and the west was by far her favorite, this is where she fit in. As much as she would love to be clothed in jewels and expensive wear, the assassin was not made for that type of soft living. She had too much blood on her hands to live comfortably.

"Here's the thing, Raven," Vhalla sighs through her name, "I've been here for a very short time, I have yet had a chance to place bets or purchase any sort of beverage. If I recall correctly, I wasn't left alone for very long before you approached me," the assassin points out the obvious, placing a hand on her hip in a casual manner. "But if you really want to know why I'm here," she pauses for emphasis, "I was curious to see if non-weres were allowed to fight in the ring," she lowers her voice as if she were trying to keep the conversation between the two woman. "As for the north, that part of the city is terribly dull compared to the west. I spend most of my time here," it was the one place she could hide from her master and he wouldn't attempt to retrieve her here. He wasn't especially fond of getting his hands dirty.

Vhalla wasn't dense though, if any of the supernatural around them were listening they would pick up her inquiry and some of them did. Another few stares were thrown around the two women, some curious while others were clearly excited at the prospect of tearing apart a witch. Vhal was fully capable of handling herself, she had taken on shifters before, a bit more difficult on having to fight someone on four legs, but still it was rather thrilling. Letting her inquiry sink in the assassin watches the wolf gloat about her companion's winning.

Smiling at the pride that flashes through Raven, Vhal gestures with her head towards the ring, "Why are you not accompanying your, er, man up there?" the witch stumbles over the word 'man' unsure if that's what you're supposed to classify the creatures.