There was some sympathy Raven could give to the woman, but at the same time the sympathy couldn't be given entirely. Raven had full control of her powers. The only thing she did not have control over was her capability of becoming feral. Most saw it as a curse, a disease, a despicable thing. Some, may consider it a hidden power, capable of becoming stronger than what she was in order to ensure she was capable of surviving, any ordeal. No matter how hard she tried when she was a little girl she tried to control it. Yet no matter how hard she tried she couldn't do it. If only she had control of her ability of going feral then maybe she would never accidentally harm or kill another soul. In the Ark when the Staff wasn't working, they were practicing their powers. Many of them made mistakes at first, but over time they got better. Some powers were far too deadly if not under control, but luckily they managed it. The Witch needed assistance and realize that she could no longer let her inability to control it slide. Raven was far too aware of the consequences, suffering from her own failings, and she did not wish for that to continue for the witch she just met. Raven did not know what kind of power Emerson had, but whatever it was it needed to be under her control. Although her voice was firm there was a tone of kindness in them, a bit of sound advice really.

"If you don't learn to use it, then you will kill more people with that kind of ignorant belief. You'll be able to control it, it just takes practice and time. There might be someone with the same power as you that mastered it, they could teach you?"

The scars upon her flesh were evidence to all that she as a survivor. That whatever hellish ordeal she went through she came out on the other side. She wasn't 100% all right. She might not ever be. For the past few years since she moved to the city she was on the path to healing. She belonged to a better pack, and had an Alpha that she trusted completely. The she-wolf had a mate. The she-wolf was learning that it was possible to rely on others and trust them, to see that she could be treated correctly. Overall Raven was having a much better life than she had before she came here. At night when she slept, dreadful nightmares would slowly creep and crawl in, that fear taking ahold of her tightly. When she woke up, she would see the faint glow of the moon shining into their bedroom, the feeling of warmth against her as she moved closer against her mate, inhaling his scent, and feeling how his own body turned against her own as he pulled her close, the girl falling asleep within his arms â€" safe. As she walked beside the woman in dead silence, the hair on the back of her neck prickled, the lupine uncomfortable with divulging about her past. With a somber sigh she murmured softly, her shoulders falling even more, as her eyes remained focused on the pavement.

"Nothing you need to apologize for, it was my family, my old pack."

Why the woman felt the need to apologize to her when she did nothing wrong, was puzzling, but she wouldn't press too much on it. No one had ever apologized for how others treated her. It was a gesture she was unfamiliar with an she wasn't sure if she was supposed to accept the apology so she responded as best as she could. Raven didn't bother to explain herself further, she simply gestured with her head to the right, signaling they were going to take a right at the turn. Walking silently through the alley way she continued looking down, only lifting her head when she heard the woman attempt to change the topic of the conversation. Her face would turn around to face her, nodding her head for a moment, agreeing to answer this question. It was much easier than talking about herself. Raven didn't like talking about herself. It was so much easier for her to talk about her pack, or her home. She was quite proud and she figured this witch should know the lay of the land, if she was going to be staying here. There was a chipper note in her voice, happily explaining how this place, her home, was like.

"Well, the West District is controlled by my pack. There is a ship called the Ark where we host every night to the Were population a fighting arena. Weres of all kinds can come and fight one another, it's something we need to do to sedate our animal instincts. My Alpha and my mate are the champions, undefeated."

She looked over to see if the witch seemed satisfied with her answer, but when she saw her look, Raven's smile faltered. Did she say something wrong? Maybe it was difficult for other supernatural to understand their kind. Nervously her fingers twisted and turned within the front of her hoodie. Her remained light, the confidence faltering slightly, as she explained the other parts of the city.

"Um...do you the mean the city? It's like any other city I guess. Humans aren't really aware of us, not unless they accidentally stumble upon a vampire or Were. The humans that are aware of us I guess, either they befriend us or they hate us, I've yet to meet one. Your North side is your wealthy area so if you want to be around people that have money go there. The East Side contains most of the shops and is the downtown part of the city. As for the South, you have your park and outskirts area. Our Mayor is a Vampire, which I don't think the majority of humans realize that."

For a moment she went silent and she stayed that way for a while, until she noticed they were on the familiar street that the hotel was on. Remembering the witch and her fear of controlling her powers caused the she-wolf to ponder. There was something else she could do for the stranger within the West. Raven was a creature that cared for others, she wore her heart on her sleeve, and it was a terrible flaw. Gently she spoke up, thinking this might be a good thing to mention.

"There are other witches you know, I am a familiar to one of them."

Raven Clocksworth.