As of late, his vampire mistress had been letting him off his proverbial leash, sending him within the city limits for whatever errands she had in mind. Recently, he'd been too tired of his own life to disobey her, those few things he had to fight for almost entire wiped from existence. The memory of Nadya's judging gaze made him shy away from his sister, baring the brunt of Risque's anger at Tobias continued escape attempts had made the man much too tired to even bother playing with whatever misguided antics the boy had and the turning of the red headed Isolt and her continued stares of hate laced with fear made it hard to deny that he was exactly what Risque had made him out to be. Tonight's mission was supposed to be easy, but the easy ones often turned into nightmares before he knew it. The tranquilizer dart had hit it's target true, despite Tetradore's efforts to loose his sudden pursuers. One had hardly been enough to bring down the were panther but it was enough to slow him and that had led to several more being shot into his hide. He vaguely remembered the irritation that laced his mind before he was lost to the oblivion, before his feline figure hit the ground.

For what felt like an eternity, he swam amongst the darkness, fighting to return to the waking world that was so out of his grasp. He knew he needed to return to reality but every effort he seemed to make on that front was for naught - that was until the sterile smell of alcohol entered his snout, making his nose twitch in distaste. Slowly, his heavy lids lifted to reveal a pair of striking emerald eyes. For a brief moment, the panther stayed still, taking stock of his surroundings before showing that he was indeed, awake. He could hear the muffled voices, clearly catching the tail end of a conversation with the prospect of "breeding" and a "wolf". Despite such ridiculous notions, Tetradore chose to remain still and silent, freely biding his time till he could make his escape. He could hear the retreat of footsteps down the hall way before the sound of a movement far too close for comfort. He could hear the jostling of chains and then, the gnawing of teeth on leather. With a soft disgruntled groan, the were panther slowly shifted, his head turning in the direction of the sound to stare at the strangely hued female just out of his reach. He could tell almost immediately that she was not a natural bred wolf. Her markings were too bizarre to be 'normal' in any sense. His gaze traced the woman's movements, falling on the leash that bound her to her spot before seeking out the one that he too surely held.

For a brief moment, his intelligent gaze inspected the piece of leather before he pulled abruptly in the opposite direction, testing the material's strength and ability to bind him into place. The leather held strong, clearly intended for his species but certainly not ready for the likes of him. The acidic taste invaded the small bumps upon his tongue as his mouth bit upon the leather, covering the material in his acidic saliva. He could feel it giving way, the leather bits fraying within his mouth. It took only a few seconds before the leash snapped, setting the were panther free of whatever binds they thought could hold him. He pulled away from his tether, all together ignoring the collar still strapped to his neck. Tetradore was all too used to the feel of something binding him to place that it's presence was almost second nature to him.

With a fluid motion, the man prowled towards the door way, giving the wolf a wide berth. In truth, he had little interest in her, expecting her presence would only slow down his escape. However, the words of his captor still lingered within his brain, echoing with thoughts of continuing their captured creatures line. Inwardly, the man sighed, hardly capable of leaving the wolf in a situation that was arguably just as bad as the one he had with his mistress. His gaze shifted from her to his escape route and back, watching her attempts to get rid of the leash that bound her. He paced with slow, cautious movements towards the lupine, pausing at the leash only to bite down upon the leather, getting as far away from her as possible. With his saliva at work, it hardly took long before she too was free and Tetradore was back upon his quest to escape - with or without her.