Felines, by nature, had a tendency to dislike any sort of significant wetness, even to the point of fleeing like rabid animals. The jungle cat, as it was, tended to be quite atypical in this fashion. His species was quite near made for those bodies of water, to hunt those predators in both land and sea. His assurance that they were strong swimmers, however, was met with a distinct lack of surprise from the woman. It was as if she had hardly considered his own affinity with the element until now. That very fact that he lived in a boat surely gave away his own comfortableness with that wetness. Her utterance of such prompted a soft chuckle of amusement from his lips, his own head bobbing at her observation. "I do." He offered, even though such confirmation was surely unnecessary. Frankly though, that living space and his preference for water was hardly what so demanded his attention at the current moment, even if he was willing to allow her to dwell upon such things for several moments as a distraction of sorts. Thankfully, it seemed that little cove and that escape had cooled that lava, at least from her exterior. He hadn't the slightest notion of how to turn that power off, if it even could be, though he had no intention of mentioning such a fear to her.

Rather, it was that quest to discover exactly what had happened to her that prompted the man to inquire after all that had occurred. He could tell from that glimpse upon her features alone that she was hardly pleased with it. That story of Frost that left her lips hardly should have been surprising in any sense. After all, the man seemed to eternally be at the heart of any dramatic event that occurred around him. He doubted, sincerely, that the ivory steed had taken an interest in her because of him. No, it was far more likely that the simple fact of Frost and himself being the major players in the were world that made their meeting near inevitable. Tetradore watched as she slowly pulled her form from that water, her skin near charred black and smooth like that obsidian that Tetradore himself had employed. There was not a trace of that liquid upon her, her interior clearly still hot enough to instantly turn that wetness to steam. He was, at least where Mira was involved, certainly observant.

Tetradore hardly even bristled as that tale came to an end, his own thoughts decidedly focused on what they could do in the aftermath. There was every possibility, however, that Frost might utilize the young woman against him and yet, she had so truthfully told him of her encounter with the man. Perhaps she would be willing to continue that allegiance to him. His own internal considerations, however, were interrupted by a near solemn promise from the young woman's lips, one he certainly hadn't anticipated. For a moment, he was almost unsure of what to say in return. Did he trust her? He wanted to. And yet, he was so used to being betrayed, denied, turned down, used, and etc that he found himself almost hesitating. "Um...I...appreciate that, Mira." He settled on finally, only to move quickly to the thought of possibly manipulating that stallion and the favor she owed him. There was, after all, always the chance that such a tab could be dismissed altogether, if Tetradore intended to go through with that very inkling that had been tugging at his brain for some time.

That soft inquiry drew the were-King from his own thoughts once again, that plan already beginning to form into a far more concrete blueprint of sorts. "Let's just say...I have something Frost wants far more than just you." It was true, sort of. He did have something Frost wanted, enough to put any harm he might have done to the wolverine to the side, if those terms were laid out correctly. His emerald eyes fluttered towards the bristling wolf, his ears flicked at that reverberating sound of a growl upon her lips. Even so Tetradore shook his head ever so slightly, assured she was thinking of this all wrong. "Mira." He stated almost abruptly, a certain firmness to his own baritone voice. "Money is not of great importance to Frost. Money can be obtained easily enough. He doesn't care of that and so it's easy to put aside whatever Negan offered him if he can use you. But..in that, perhaps I might be able to assist you." He had, after all, told the young woman of his troubles with Nadya, that story altogether rare to leave his lips and yet, somehow, he had confided in her. "I don't think I told you Nadya left to join his pack, did I? She came to me with this.....written...treaty to simply stay on our own land and leave each other alone. I refused to sign it but I intend to meet with Frost to come to new terms for a peace agreement. If, say, you were apart of my pack, it is unlikely he would carry out any plan he has for you at the risk of breaking that alliance."

He had tried before, in a far more subtle manner, to gain Mira for himself. Though Tetradore hardly thought poor of women as a whole, there was an animalistic part of him that still so desperately desired to claim her for reasons he hardly understood. Perhaps it was that simple fact that she was easy to talk to, that she knew far more of him then most in that metropolis could claim, that she was a weakness for him. Either way, surely that plan was tantalizing even for her, was it not? Was it cruel to offer her a way out only to satisfy his own selfish desires? His emerald eyes turned towards her with a hint of inquisitiveness, curious to see how she might react to such a plan or if she would cast him as some sort of manipulative man that so many others did.

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