That small dog was wholly baffling to the were-King. He'd never known a life with a pet, although the concept was hardly foreign to him, having played that role himself. He had never seen a creature so extraordinarily happy with his life, though given the pristine ivory estate that surrounded him, perhaps he shouldn't have been all that surprised either. Maybe he could have been happy here too, once upon a time. Those thoughts continued to plague him, now that he had finally found his way to that French chateau. For so much of his youth, Tetradore had begged to be whisked away to this place. In his teenage years, the very mention of the home had prompted an almost childish tantrum, if only for how much of a pipe dream it had become. And now? Now he had a glimpse of the life he could, though surely wouldn't still have. Not with Risque's return. Such thoughts were only interrupted by the rich chucke that left Matteo's lips, the very sound of it prompted the corner of his mouth to twitch upwards in some vague hint of amusement. He hardly expected, however, to be informed that that cinnamon roll of a dog was meant to be a herding dog, for animals far larger than its diminutive size.

A snort near immediately left his nose at the idea. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me. One wrong step from a cow and he'd a pancake." Tetradore retorted, easily catching onto the animal's decided uselessness. Still, even he could tell by that gentle tone within Matteo's voice that the fae adored the dog all the same. It was just the sort of creature Matteo would bond with. Something utterly happy and laughable and determined all the same. His head shook ever so slightly and yet, the were-King saw little reason to ruin that glimpse of adoration from his faux father with any further mention of the canine's capabilities. That sudden inquiry as to how he slept, however, was met with little more than an indecisive shrug. The feline had never been much of a morning person to begin with and yet, that sleep had been far more sound than he had anticipated in such a foreign place, particularly with the absence of those nightmares that had begun to plague him with increasing intensity of late. He could scarcely remember the last peaceful night he'd had, even though Tetradore never voiced a word of those dreams that assaulted him when he closed his eyes.

Thankfully, other than that bemused smirk upon the Frenchman's features, Matteo said little of how late he had slept, instead prompting the official beginning of that vacation. The very notion of a holiday was all but baffling to the were-King. He failed to find what was so special about a day to do whatever he desired in a foreign location, much less the fact that he lacked any idea of what to do at all now. Frankly, he was hardly surprised that Matteo had already prepared for his own uncertainty on this. In fact, he had gotten strikingly used to the man's preparation for situations Tetradore had never even contemplated. "When do you not come prepared?" Tetradore commented, leaning back within that sofa as he eyed his companion. Whatever Matteo had planned, Tetradore had little doubt that it would consisted of him being dragged off the sofa and, in turn, he saw every reason to enjoy the comfort of the plush material for the short amount of time in which it would surely last. That impish look on Matteo's face alone was almost enough to prompt a groan on his lips. Almost.

Tetradore's head bobbed ever so slightly in agreement to those plans to view the grounds of the estate before wandering into town. Admittedly, he had hardly seen much of that city they had driven through. At night, and with that exhaustion from the trip already setting it, much of it had been little more than blobs of lights before his emerald eyes. He was oblivious, truly, to exactly what Matteo had planned for him and yet, the Frenchman had rarely put him through any situation that was any worse than what he had already endured. Whatever Matteo wished to show him surely couldn't be that bad. Maybe not as comfortable as the sofa but...not that bad. That effort to coax him from his seat, however was met with a irritated mutter and a roll of his eyes, those theatrics very much apart of the Frenchman and yet, it worked all the same. Tetradore reached for the small dog, pulling Herbert from his lap and placing him on the floor before he rose, shoving his hands in his pockets before following the fae down the hallway. He watched with vague interest the brief conversation his companion held with the housekeeper, several of those words picked up and yet, a far greater amount were lost to him. It was funny, in a way, the amount of French that surrounded him throughout his life. How curious was it that his very savior of sorts might speak the same language as his tormentor.
His head shook ever so slightly, pushing those thoughts away from his mind as the housekeeper offered her own greetings to the were-King, ones he returned with a weak simper. It was a with a yawn on his lips that he dragged his feet through the front door of the home and out into the crisp, bright sunshine. The very luminosity of it made him blink as his pupils constricted in an effort to get used to the sheer brightness. It took him a moment before his gaze turned towards the grounds, the were-King content to simply...take it all in with the same silence he so often did. Slowly, he trailed after Matteo at that brief gesture. The sheer size of it was...overwhelming. He hadn't quite realized how wealthy Matteo was till that very moment. His gaze turned towards that mentioned woodlands, those tall sweeping trees offered the very sort of protection that his feline tended to favor. He was, however, hardly surprised at the knowledge that another pack had already made their home amongst those trees. It was, admittedly, the perfect sort of place to establish as a territory. A soft grunt was all that the were gave at that mention of his feline, even though his gaze lingered upon those very trees. It was good, he knew, that Matteo had forewarned them of his arrival. His kind had a tendency to easily detect that Alpha blood that ran through his veins and few, himself included, took too kindly to another Alpha within their domain.

He followed Matteo through that opened gate, only to wearily eye the cows that grazed contently before them. The animals were far bigger than Tetradore had actually expected them to be. He had never actually seen a cow in real life, only pictures and movies. This....was something else entirely. His emerald eyes shifted towards the Frenchman as Matteo informed him of the estate's status as a farm. A...cheese farm? The whole affair was rather vexing but, he certainly saw no reason to fault the fae for putting his land to use. It was, however, the very idea of a hunter cavalry that near immediately drew his attention. "I assume there is no point to tell you to be careful." He replied, unable to deny the fact that, despite Matteo's age and his friendship with the equally as old Hunter, it made him....concerned for Matteo to involve himself in the race determined to see to the eradication of all the supernatural species. A soft sigh left his lips as he eyed his faux father, knowing well the Frenchman had likely already seen all plausible futures and had already discerned a plan to achieve whatever the pair's end goal was. The things Matteo got involved in!

They hardly lingered before those cows long, however, before Matteo led him further onward still, past those horses and their groomers and the ornate stables. His gaze shifted briefly behind him at the sound of Hubert's tiny legs waddling quickly after them, only for that hissing goose to immediately draw his attention back towards those geese that parted around him. The very sound of that fowl brought a growl to the back of the were- feline's throat, the reaction quite near habitual and yet, he hardly lingered long on that perceived slight from the bird. Tetradore followed Matteo down towards the small shed, a singular eyebrow tilted upwards at that suggestion of enjoying the tracks within those forested pathways. He hardly had to wait long, however, before those unspoken questions were answered, the sliding of that wooden door revealing those very sort of objects Tetradore tended to relish in - vehicles.

Even he could hardly help the grin upon his features as he caught those gloves tossed towards him. He slid them onto his hands with relative ease, a result of a man who had done this many a times before. A soft sound of appraisal left his lips as Matteo uttered those stats of the vehicles and yet, he was hardly daunted by the Intimidator. "My Kawasaki can do double....I hope you can keep up Matteo." He retorted, that challenge quite clearly lingering there, even if Tetradore had never actually taken his own motorcycle out on anything other than the smoothly paved roads of the metropolis. This, however, was a way of getting into town he very very much enjoyed.

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