Raven gritted her teeth. "Let's get one thing straight right off the bat: I'm not a girl. I've been through Med School, that at least should attest for my years."

"Well then, Doc, you should have a pretty good idea of what these claws can do, now talk. Quit stallin'."

"Oh hellfires." He'd moved the claws down to the bottom of her neck. This would hurt unbelievably, but she should be able get enough distance to heal enough to fly somewhere she would be safe. She pulled herself right up into the claws, using her momentum to throw him off, and ran, clutching her throat into the woods, sobbing. The pain was fire, she always forgot the pain, its echo was never as bad as the real thing, the warmth already flooding through her body healing her didn't mask the pain..

Wolverine was taken by complete surprise, something that didn't happen often, about as often as snow fell in Florida. Suddenly the frail threw herself against the claws, and he saw them cut deep before he started to pull 'em out, and just as suddenly she threw him off. He rolled easily, and by the time he was on his feet she was out of the clearing and deeper into the woods, heading down slope towards where he could hear a creek. The trail of blood was easy to follow, the sound of her crashing through the woods even easier, she was just about upon the creek when he saw her start to blur. Wolverine threw the dice, he lept to tackle her.

She could hear him behind her this time, he wasn't making an effort to be quiet, she knew she was leaving a nice red trail and making enough noise for a herd of elephants, but she was almost well enough to fly, almost healed enough to change, to escape this mad man, she started to shift and even more painful than the claws, her half-shifted form crashed to the ground with an enraged Wolverine on top.

Feathers?! What the... They disappeared almost as quickly as they had appeared, melting back into her. Wolverine left her sucking dirt for a few seconds before rolling over she. She was playing dead. He waited, tentavily he moved to feel her pulse, keeping a set of claws across the neck's artery, wary for another move like the last. He stopped. The slashes across the base of her neck were gone. There was plenty of blood to atest to their previous existance.. but gone. A healer? A healer and a shapeshifter? What kind of lady was this? Even more warily he checked for a pulse. 'It's solid' was his last coherant thought before he got blasted by fear. Fear unrivaled, pure, white fear. He came to himself a few minutes later, trying to sort out reality from forced dream but it was too late: the witch, the mutant, whatever she was, was long gone. He cursed to himself. This girl must be hiding something pretty serious.

Raven fled. She hadn't mean to blast the man so hard, she hadn't meant to put him through every fear she had ever felt, but it had all just came out. When she had last seen him he was curled up against the bottom of a tree. She knew though he would be alright, if he had the tenacity to follow her and track her for fourteen hours, then he would survive an empathic attack.. or at least she hoped so. She settled in a tree near his jeep and waited, she had to make sure he was alright. Hunter or not, she had to make sure.

Disgusted with himself and the woman, Logan came back to the parking lot where he had left his jeep. He sat in the driver's seat and sighed, lighting up a cigar. What a rotten day. He glanced to his left, her Harley was still here. He glanced about and smirked as he made to get comfortable. She'd have to come back eventually, and when she did, he'd be waiting.

Raven cursed. This is what she got for being a good samaritan. He would wait forever and a day for her. She could concievably fly off and leave the 'bike, but how would she explain that to the others? Did she really want to get the "I told you so" from Transmute? Hardly. The "I would have done better!" from Fury? Never. She wouldn't give the two the satisfaction, while Mana and ShadowWalker wouldn't make any judgement calls, they would think less of her.. There was only one thing left to do.

Logan butted out the cigar, making sure there was no fire in it left, he flicked it into a nearby garbage can. He glanced around, it was getting real dark, good thing he had real good night sight. He thought his night sight was playing tricks on him when a raven flew up near the passanger door of his jeep and shifted to that of the woman. She stood there, arms folded, in a shredded t-shirt and bloody jeans just glaring at him. He had to grin. He liked guts, and this chick had lots of 'em.

Raven finally spoke. "Well? Obviously you're going to follow me to ends of the earth, are you going to let me sit down, or are you going to come at me again, claws flailing?"

Logan had to grin to himself at her brash. "Have a seat. I ain't gonna attack ya again 'less ya give me a reason to." He watched her settle daintily in the seat beside him. "Don't generally pick on frails anyway."

"What did you call me?" Raven glared, her brown eyes growing greener.

"Frail. Got a problem with that too?"

"You can call me Di, you can call me Diana, you can call me Raven, but if you call me chick, frail or girl one more time, I swear I'll, I'll.." suddenly her eyes returned to her soft brown norm. "Peck your eyes out!"

Logan was so surprised by the statement he had to laugh, a short, quick bark. "Y'know, I like ya gir-, Raven. Ya got guts, ya got skill, and y'know when to swallow your pride and give in. I ain't learned the last one yet. So, I'll tell ya what, I'll answer one question for every one of mine you answer. Deal?"

Raven considered this. "Fine. I'm not going to get any better offers, and I've had my throat slit enough today." She gathered her arms around herself, not because she was cold, but she felt vulnerable around this man, it had been a long time since she had been defeated, and longer time yet since it had been due to her own mistakes and pride.