Tetradore had missed the Ark, of that there was no denying. He had missed his home, his pack, his family, his life...and yet they had also been entirely suffocating ever since his return from the dead. He understood it, naturally, they feared that after months of his absence, he might simply leave them again. In truth, he supposed he had given them little reason to think otherwise, even though there had been an intention behind each day that had slipped past him. Now, however, he found their lingering to be rather difficult, causing him to seek the tranquility and quietude of that forest, even if he knew he was likely causing panic to strike them - hopefully they'd all be asleep still and be wholly ignorant to his absence. It was perhaps a futile hope but it existed all the same. Tetradore's hands were shoved into the pockets that leather jacket, the fur lining of that coat was closely nestled against his caramel skin. The limbs and leaves crunched beneath his feet and yet, he paid it little mind, simply listening to that world of wildlife around him. Usually, the man opted for that feline form when venturing through such woods but it was a touch too cold for that jungle cat skin, today anyways.

It was the sound of movement that drew Tetradore's attention, the man immediately paused in his step, a small frown traced his features at the accompanying sound of frustration. Well, this was certainly not apart of his plan for escape. A soft sigh left his lips as his emerald eyes shifted from the origin of that sound to a clearing in the opposite direction. It would have been easy enough to bypass the woman, he supposed, but that clearly led him back to civilization, which was still the last place he wanted to be. Perhaps he could merely skirt around her and continue his walk entirely unhindered. It was a promising option and, in the end, the man continued steady pace, fully intending to avoid her entirely until that flicker of flames so near demanded his attention. His eyebrows furrowed as he hesitated yet again, inwardly groaning at himself for being entirely unable to deny that heat source and, slowly, the man made his way towards the girl, keeping his distance so he could observe her without entirely being noticeable or pressing his presence upon her.

It was with a glimpse of fascination that saw him pause, leaning against the trunk of the nearby tree. Those flames entirely licked her slender figure, even as she crouched down in the midst of them. They hardly seemed to be harming her, however, not a single word leaving her lips and that alone was enough to keep that dark knight within him from jumping to the scene. Rather, he was content to merely watch her and her fire, flicker and flare before dying out as if it had never existed at all. How curious. He watched her rise, more akin to a pheonix then a mere girl and yet, it hardly took him long to place her. Her ivory hair gave her away the moment she had uncurled. It was the girl from the Ark, all those months ago - the one who had so cockily approached his boat with the desire to fight in his ring. His lips pressed together ever so slightly and yet, he was entirely content to remain where he was, those emerald eyes simply watching her as she settled on the ground, that gentle breeze blowing his scent down wind and yet, it was enough to make him shift within that jacket, altogether reminded why he rarely ventured out before Spring had hit in full swing.

He had contemplated leaving her here with her rock and her brash nature and yet, there was a part of him, just a bit, that found himself giving into that inquisitive feline nature. "Were you trying to do that?" He inquired, those low baritone lyrics somehow carrying within the quietness of the world around them. He doubted she would appreciate his prying, much less even his presence and yet, he cared very little for it, entirely capable of leaving should it be deemed necessary.