Tetradore knew well that his return to the Western ward was well noted by not only his usual patrons and business partners but also the very soul he so detested with such vengeance. The were-king had been wholly vigilant in the wake of his return, often leaving the Ark in those evening hours to patrol his very territory himself, refreshing those scents that had gone stale in his absence that assaulted those animal senses to warn that this was his land and that to take it, required so besting the feline. It was only matter of time, truly, before the made his move, especially after Tetradore had been so keen to haunt him for the better part of several months during that time he was so declared 'dead'. It was a never ending cycle - one that would only end, he was sure, with Frost's death. A small growl left his lips at the thought and yet, the large jungle cat still prowled forward, his pads nearly silent upon that chilled asphalt. He hated that cold and yet this was a necessity. Still, he'd almost made a complete circle of the exterior of his lands - soon he could retreat back to the warmth of his Ark. Soon he could shower and eat and simply observe those boisterous fights. Soon he could -- wait, what was that sound?

His head tilted ever so slightly, those ears raising to stand upright upon his large cranium. It was melodic and lovely, that playing that so echoed mutely in the stillness of the night. His path shifted, those emerald eyes so sweeping the warehouses that surrounded him as he moved forward. It was so out of place, that music, enough so that it was entirely inquisitive enough to find it's source. He knew there was a possibility that this too could be yet another 'trap' of sorts, laid out by that Norwegian and yet, he was willing to risk it. Those warehouse buildings were altogether familiar to the man, even if those notes led him to what was just the periphery of what he called his own. He paused at the edge of that property line, an almost questioning meow leaving his lips as he eyed that building. It took him a moment to place it, truly, but the scent of her quickly assaulted his senses, followed immediately by that whiff of what he had vaguely identified as cologne but a week prior. Now, however, this superior senses all too easily picked up on that scent, tasting the full extent of that small. It was a man. A vampire. Though why a vampire was marking his territory on the edge of Tetradore's own was why the mystery. Those undead creatures were quite territorial, nearly as much as their animal counterparts.

The were-king paused, a single paw risen as his remained frozen in place, simply listening for any indication that the foreign male was about tonight before the Alpha crossed that unseen boundary. For several moments, he circled the edge of that building, his emerald eyes turned upwards as he searched for some entry. There was a window that finally caught his eye, one he could certainly reach with a bit of skill. It was hardly difficult for the large panther to launch himself upwards, those powerful hind legs were entirely meant for this. His claws scraped upon the metal of the building as he lifted himself through that window and onto a metal overhanging ledge. The woman's obstacle course laid in front of him and, beneath him, that ivory haired woman was settled at that very piano that had so coaxed him here. How....curious. His head tilted to the side once again as he moved closer towards that edge, jumping from that metal grate and onto one of those solid platform like intrusions she'd installed in the wall. It seemed sturdy enough to hold his weight and certainly provided the creature with that vantage point of her fingers dancing over those keys. Slowly, the man settled to his haunches, his emerald eyes simply watching her. How different she was when not snapping at him.