It was frightening peculiar to Tetradore, as he considered the young woman's insistence that she would hardly mettle in those affairs of the were-King's family, the simple fact that the were-King trusted her. There were precious few the man so willingly place his own faith within. He had, after all, been let down time and time again by the world at large. In fact, the only thing that Tetradore had come to anticipate was for dissatisfaction that permeated every aspect of his life, even despite his efforts to secure some sort of golden ticket to some promised future. Still, for all that torment and misery that existed within his world, he still trusted her, just as he suspected that she might as well. In spite of everything, of the lava that poured from her soul with hissing fury, in spite of the Alpha hot on her trail with a thirst for revenge, in spite of that war with the ivory stallion and her own part in whatever Frost had planned, Tetradore found some sort of belief that everything had a way of working itself out. After all, this only further encourage the man to make that move to put an end to that battle, solidifying his decision to that idea that had been toying with his mind of late, even if he hardly dared to utter exactly what he had anticipated doing for fear that she might either rejection the notion or, too, his own attempts to barter for her to join his band of misfits.

Mira, however, for all her acuteness, seemed hardly willing to allow the were-King to slide on that purposeful vagueness of his plan to stay Frost's hand. His emerald gaze fluttered away from the woman for one brief moment only to utter with a hint of solumness. "I fear it will only cost me my pride." Tetradore admitted and yet, perhaps he had already lost that as it was. It was inevitable, he was certain, for that pack to see that very same thing that had prompted Nadya to call him a mere 'pet'. Perhaps, in time, his pack's thoughts of him might too shift in such a fashion. Still, until then, he had every intention of caring for those very souls whom decided to follow the King, as fleeting as his time with them might be.

His thoughts turned, briefly, from that somber future that so awaited him only by that hissing sound of the burning lava dripping onto that wet stone with each forward step Mira took. Her form quite near glowed in an ethereal fashion in the darkness of that cave, drawing his emerald eyes to her in a wholly hypnotized fashion. He watched as she seemed to calm in those moments, that raging inferno somehow stilling ever so slightly now that the fear and threats were miles upon miles away. It was in those tender moments in which he finally offered her that very chance to join his pack, that offer had been withheld thus far until he was certain the moment was appropriate, until he might have some level of success. He was unaware, truly, to that very shift that had occurred within his own demeanor, any hint of vulnerability chased away for the stoicness the Alpha so often wore, even despite his efforts to appear playful with that possessiveness the man undoubtedly held. It was, after all, within his very genetic makeup. He was born to be an Alpha, that trait passed down from his father to him, even if Tetradore so rarely thought of those members as possessions in quite the same fashion her past leader had.

Thankfully, Tetradore hardly had to wait long before the young woman had made her decision, that decisiveness a decidedly liked trait, in that precarious moment. A soft chuckle reverberated upon the Alpha's lips at that very suggestion that she might be more than he anticipated. At least, he could hardly deny that she was right on that one. "I suspect you have a habit of being more than most bargain for, Mira." He uttered in good nature, only to continue without missing a beat. "I fear that my boat is not but, we can stay here till your lava cools, or meander the beach before the Ark, if you like." He was, at the very least, more than willing to both accommodate and accompany her as they continued to control those very flames that so engulfed her. Tetradore was hardly oblivious to how round about that acceptance was, when it finally came. Indeed, that hint of amusement still danced within his emerald eyes before the man nodded ever so slightly in agreement. "Yes, someone does. I hope your ready for the task." After all, he was rather certain that she too was unaware of exactly what she was taking on with such a declaration, even if Tetradore had hardly intended to put her in the line of fire when it came to his past and, likely, his future. Nevertheless, it was a nice idea and one he was willing to entertain all the same.

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