In truth, the ebony feline was entirely unsurprised by the sheer awe mirrored upon the face of his victim's features. There was still a large quantity within such area of town that was entirely oblivious to the blossoming were-population. Even fewer still had ever seen the bulk of a fully grown male jungle cat so far from it's natural habitat (and by all definitions he very much was). That inky blackness of his pelt would surely have made a fine rug in front of some luxurious fireplace if it wasn't for the simple fact that Tetradore was hardly a dumb animal by any means. He had indeed intended to coax the attention of the man and his shotgun though now that he had it he could only hope the peculiar coyote was intelligent enough to take advantage of the chance he had given her. What he hadn't expected, however, was for that chance to consist entirely of an attack. Weren't coyotes supposed to be skittish or something? The man's cry as her jaws sank so viciously into his flesh was certainly enough warning for Tetradore's feline form to leap from the brick wall and back to the safety of the other side. His ears flattened against his skull at the sound of the shotgun exploding into the air, his emerald green gaze immediately found the retreating form of the coyote, her voice ringing within his mind. She was enjoying this, wasn't she?

He didn't have the heart to tell her that her four legs paled in comparison to the speed at which his own affinity allowed him to cross distances, instead willingly playing this game of hers as he charged after her down the street, his tail lashing behind him. His own body hardly held the same lean frame of the coyote but his powerful back haunches were entirely built for speed. Keeping up with her at the very least was well within his realm of capabilities. Tetradore raced behind the grey tinged canine, following her around trash cans and street lights, hesitating but briefly as she veered into the street. Still, a soft sigh was all that was given before the jungle cat too followed her around swerving cars and screaming passengers, jumping onto the hood of one such car after it's nearly collided into him from attempting to not hit her. It was certainly a catastrophe they left within their wake and yet it hardly bothered the jaguar in the least.

His own pace begun to slow the moment the treeline was within sight, the possibility of the bulldog itself was hardly a threat for the feline and thus he had vastly less concern than his companion. Still, the man paused only when she too did, settling on his haunches as his tongue busied itself with cleaning that once perfectly laid fur to put his now ruffled form back into that state of perfection. The words that entered his head were hardly ignored, indeed the panther paused in his cleaning to glance at her momentarily, noting well the growl echoing within her chest before he continued his actions in the same lackadaisical fashion that was so typically him. "I was attempting to steal a painting." He replied easily enough, continuing without missing a beat. "You weren't supposed to get in the way but you did. I couldn't guarantee you'd keep him busy long enough for me to knab it. I'll have to try again tomorrow night when there are less variables to affect me getting it." His voice was rather matter of fact, clearly hinting that he'd done such actions before in the past. He paused, stretching now that his fur had achieved some put together resemblance before inquiring, "And what were you doing there?" After all, he failed to believe she'd simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. The odds of that were...decidedly unlikely.