"A pet? That is rather awful...I can't imagine being forced to be a pet, but I can imagine him being a big pain for her."

There was a faint trace of a smirk playing on the pale pink lips of the woman, as she continued to work on Nadya, finding some muse that this particular Risque person had bitten off more than she could chew. Living with Tobi and getting familiar with his crazy antics brought her some joy, that even though he was being degraded as a pet, at least he could make this Risque person suffer over her seriously lack of judgment. Just who was Nadya trying to attack while providing information that Tobi was now a newly controlled pet? If it was to betray trust on Tobi then that was her decision and quite an awful thing to do with another pack member. Yet if it was to harm the she-wolf in some way, well, she had no reason to get upset. He was not pack and so her thoughts to protect him wasn't as strong as it should have been. She did not have some sort of tie to him. He was simply filling a void within her, creating a sort of different bond that wasn't created between Weres before. You were either a loner or a pack member- not both, but the spotted feline and the uniquely marked wolf were breaking that stigma. Perhaps, it was best that they did. Both on the receiving end of something positive, creating a mutualistic relationship. Even though the curly-haired woman was considered an outcast within her own pack, she still knew the customs, the laws and the unspoken rules, and in her mind Nadya broke a coveted one- trust. Then again, perhaps Tobi did the same thing. Humans were always secretive creatures and being trapped with the DNA of an animal created this turbulent ability of walking the fine line between knowing when to act as your natural self and knowing when to act as your fragile self. Both felines were at fault with one another and the introverted canine had no means to get herself involved to come up with a solution. With the last suture in place she turned her form away, allowing the young woman to look at her patched up side, locking the first aid kit and picking up the trash, sighing softly as she explained just why she wasn't acting like the big bad wolf.

"Yes, I could have done something to harm you, but there is no need to. Why harm someone when they haven't done anything to hurt you?"

It was simple logic. Even if she was knocked around by others at least the seed of hate hadn't been able to grow inside her. Clutching her own side at this new discovery of pain a frown only appeared as she ran her fingers over the painful area. Brows furrowed as the wheels and gears began to churn in the back of her mind as she attempted to put the puzzle pieces together. It was always in her nature to be helpful to others, that kindness only surfaced when others were suffering one way or another. The first time she approached Tobi he was stuffing his face on poisoned fish and it was her knowledge that easy prey was nearby was he able to stuff his gut without getting sick. Meeting Alexis as she sat outside the café it was only right that as a Were she should warn the girl of the Dark Hunter, leading her to safety and only then when she noticed the subtle signs that they shared a similar past, it was the only reason why she allowed herself to be near her. As a young pup she was always informed that she was nothing. To grow up in an environment knowing you could never change, knowing you would remain worthless is quite a difficult thing to accept. It was in small tidbit moments like helping or spending time with Tobi, or hanging out with Alexis that allowed the woman to feel she was useful. Tilting her head to the side as the young feline, a pained wry smile appeared on her blemished façade as she whispered with a gratified tone.

"Perhaps, but at least I can be useful to someone and not worthless."

Yes, there were obvious flaws with this new found power. This ability was not something that was meant to keep her alive and maybe that was for the better? She hadn't had anything truly to live for. It was the primal part in her mind that allowed her to continue to keep on breathing for as long as she had. Beaten and starved, all self-confidence gone it wasn't right for a weak creature to continue to waste their oxygen on this earth and there were times when she was being attacked when she hoped it would be the last time she closed her eyes. All she wanted was the pain to go away and during that time the best possible escape route was Death and she could hardly do it to herself. She was allowed nothing in her cage bit a book or two and that was it, it was a harmless privilege that her Father consented to her having. This new ability brought the young woman a much needed explanation to her troubled mind. Others may not be able to take the pain and suffering imposed on them, but she knew she could, and any small way of helping another only brought justification as to why she allowed the primal part of her to keep her alive. It may be a naïve and stupid reason to others- but since when did anyone else give her purpose to stick around? After helping the woman up and releasing her hand as soon as she was standing on her own two feet she would turn around shifting back into her preferred form, running on four legs up the stairs and over the catwalk, pausing only to leap into something above the rafters. Moving through her hidden crevice finding a pair of clothes and grabbing them in her teeth before jumping back down towards the catwalk. Lying the old ragged navy shirt and faded jeans on the floor she would take a few steps back before returning back to her flesh. Gesturing towards the clothes on the floor she would turn around once more, calling back to the girl as she headed for the kitchen.

"Mine is Raven, and I apologize for the clothes, I am told I have no taste."

Allowing the woman a moment of privacy to slip the clothes on she would enter the kitchen opening the refrigerator and taking out the iced fish and shrimp she had stolen earlier that morning before they opened up the market. She was, if anything, an accommodating guest and what better to serve a feline than seafood? Grabbing the skillet and placing it on the stove, she would wash and prepare the food dunking them into the skillet, allowing them to lie as she moved towards the pantry grabbing a bag of rice and two ears of corn. As she moved through the kitchen cooking and preparing the meal, she would turn her head briefly around to look at the woman before gesturing with a wooden stirring spoon towards a table in the corner.

"Why don't you have a seat over there while I finish this up."

Turning her head back ground at the stove she would focus on the preparation of the meal, humming a melodic tone underneath her breath, doing what she could to settle herself into what she assumed would be a most uncomforting awkward of silence.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven