When Tetradore first allowed her in his pack she was rather apprehensive when she was left alone with him. Even though Tobias assured her that 'Tetra' was good she was still uncertain by it. He was distant. He was unreadable. How was she supposed to know she was on good terms with him? How was she supposed to know he actually liked her or even wanted her around? Raven knew her place. She was beneath him and the others, but she didn't know what he expected of her. Everyone had a role in a pack, at least she thought they did, and she wasn't certain what hers was. Seeing how he had a never full stomach like her mate, she decided to prepare their meals, to help her solidify her role in the pack. Cooking all those meals left her feeling satisfied and pleased with herself. Being mistaken as a new hire on staff by Jackal, Raven learned how the place was ran, eager to please, she did everything she could to do a good job. There were times when she walked by her Alpha's room she could sense he was irritated. Peeking into his room she noticed he was busy at his desk attempting to do, well something. Raven couldn't' recall what it was, but she happily stepped in. It wasn't usual for the two of them to be alone together. She was rather nervous to be around him. He had yet to berate her and she was accustomed those screams and hollers, demanding to know why she couldn't do anything right, and yet the panther never said these things. He didn't ask her help, but over time she would come into his office and help out with whatever he needed. Eventually it became natural and turned into a daily task, one that she was rather quite delighted to do. Even though she was apprehensive to be that close to him, it actually gave the woman a chance to observe him up close, slowly placing her trust in him. Working close with Tetradore allowed Raven to grow comfortable around him. Why else would she be all at ease traveling through the woods with him tonight?

They were far away from the Sacrosanct. It felt freeing to be so far away from that urban jungle. Out here they had no responsibilities. Here within the National Park they could do as they pleased. There was no one telling them what they could or could not do. There were no rules or laws to follow. Being out here in nature seemed to coax another side of the lupine that was so rarely ever seen, even by her own mate. It was as if she had crawled out of her shell. Happily walking around without any weight on her shoulders. She made mistakes on this adventure, like accidentally walking in on a Mother Bear and her cub. If she was back in the city she would have lamented the mistake, constantly apologizing enough to where it would be annoying. And here, she apologized and then moved on, hardly giving it another thought. Moving through the tall timber trees brought back those sensory memories. This was home. As they walked around her senses were in overdrive. The wolf was eager to sniff that tree or that bush, each new scent a new discovery. Although she would always consider the Nightshade pack and the Ark as her real home, it could hardly compare to the timberland forest. Raven hardly had a clue as to why he was making them walker deeper within the forest. Whatever it was, clearly it was important and it wasn't something she should inquire about. The man never did let on to what his intentions were, and she wasn't expecting that to change this time around. When he sat on his haunches she followed, sitting beside him comfortably, keeping her eyes focused on him. They were sitting, now what? As he threw back his head releasing his own roar, she couldn't help but wag her tail with anticipation. He hardly ever roared without reason, was it to call someone? It didn't take long for her ears to twitch at top her skull as she listened to one wolf howl, and another, and then another joining the chorus.

It was no surprise that Raven always liked to listen to her kind howl. When her old pack ran off without she would curl up in a ball, and listen to their howls for as long as she could keep her eyes opened. There were not many wolves in Sacrosanct. The first werewolf she met in the city gave her a job in his armory warehouse. He had promised her he would teacher how to howl, but that never happened. Sometimes when she was out on her own, and the boys were hanging out together, she would find a secluded spot within the woods and try to teach herself how to howl. Incapable of howling, after trying multiple times, she simply gave up. It had been a long time since she actually heard the melodic sound coming from a wolf pack. Hearing them and sitting beside her Alpha gave her a big of confidence to try to give it a shot, just one more time. Although each time she tried Raven was unable to get herself to howl. Raven had no desire to go home just yet. Being here was just...wonderful. Not to mention she was rather enjoying this rare moment of hanging out with Tetradore. When he wouldn't roar again she sighed softly in defeat. But it was when he mentioned that they would have to go home she couldn't help, but release a very soft whine. She didn't want to go home, at least not yet, not right now. Not everything in life ever went right for her, and really it never went right to anyone else, but she didn't want to leave this perfect moment. Stretching her neck out a bit, her muzzle would gently brush underneath his jaw and slide down towards his throat. Her voice would gently brush against his mind, politely asking him again to roar, just one more time. She hardly requested anything from him, and this was such a simple, harmless request.

"Can you get them to howl again? I want to try again, just one more time...then we can go home."

Well, that was partly true. Really she wanted to listen to the wolves howl out again. Her tail would start to wag behind her with anticipation, waiting for him to roar. Once he did she happily turned around in the direction the wolves were howling from. As they howled she raised her head, her ears pointed forward, as she listened quietly. Their howls sounded as if they were coming in from the same direction. It was obvious that they were closer together now. Perhaps his roar was enough to cause them to be on alert. After a while they would slowly start to stop howling now that there was no response. Tilting her head upwards she looked up at the stars that twinkled in the night sky. There was a little bit of wind that blew, enough to rustle the trees. In her head she tried to recall the sound of their howl, humming quite softly in tune. Closing her eyes tightly Raven tried to imagine what it looks like when a wolf howled. Keeping the sound of their howl in mind she lifted her head, her jaw opening, as she released a soft haunting, beautiful melancholy sound. When she was finished her eyes reopened as she stood completely still. Her heart was beating rapidly as her mind began to spin. Spinning around wildly she charged directly at the panther, her body slamming roughly into his. Whining softly she brushed her tongue against Tetradore's muzzle, and face, nuzzling him roughly, as her tail swayed back and forth enthusiastically. This was her first time. Her first howl. All those years...of being unable to, all of that was officially gone. Her voice held a chipper tone as her entire body wiggled with exhilaration.

"Tetra, Tetra! Do you think they heard? It wasn't very loud like theirs, but I...listen!"

The lupine would grow quiet as she turned around to hear the wolf pack respond, Raven couldn't help herself, but respond in kind. Her howl still held a haunting tune, but it sounded lighter this time around.

Raven Clocksworth.