Of course Grayson didn't know what to do without Ravenna. Honestly, the boy didn't know what to do without her before he even met her. Which, she theorized, is why he leapt into the river in some crazy, manic attempt to try to find that piece of him that was missing. True, they were not traditional imprints and it would be far fetched to use the word love between them (yet, she thinks), but he had not gotten better and stronger until he met her. He didn't often talk about his past or what happened with him and Natu and that was okay with her. Just because Natu was her aunt didn't mean that she had to immediately take her side of things. Of course, she was pretty sure that her aunt wasn't the one to drive him off that cliff that day.

She enjoyed being around Grayson even if he could be grumpy (as if she is one to talk). Sometimes all he needed was a nudge in the right direction and besides, he had shown her a lot of stuff too. They had traveled a fair bit and she didn't feel as secluded as she had before. Only now her parents were gone and everything was upside down but she couldn't honestly say they had been there for her very much anyways. Maybe she would go find Levi sometime and bug him, make Grayson tag along too.

While he didn't outright question everything she had said, she knew he listened. They had grown close as only companions of the road could do. It didn't take lots of words to get the point across. She stretches now, jaw popping as she opens wide then snaps it shut audibly, eyes leaving him for the moment to scan the area around them. "I want to go somewhere I've never been. I've seen Taviora and we lived in Glorall. You've been to Spirane so that leaves Asteraia and Diveen. I've heard some fascinating rumors about Asteraia and apparently Diveen is the place for interesting things as well. Which one do you want to check out first?" She doesn't really give him an option because she has come to learn (in her head, maybe) that Grayson enjoyed being pushed around by her. That he needed someone to take control from his paws sometimes. And, naturally, Ravenna was just the wolf to do it.

She grins suddenly, a mischievous grin as she pushes up and then she lunges forward, intent on tackling him off the hill. It is a sudden need to dominate that drives her, and maybe a bit of play, a growl rolling from her as she does so.