There's no saving me.
I've become a shell of the man I was. Only time will tell if I'm strong enough.

The cabin was certainly more of an extravagant retreat than any pioneer home, there was certainly no denying that. For all of Tetradore's distinct lack of care for fashion, the Were-King had a distinctly expensive taste. It was evident not only within the fleet of sports cars he owned but also within the establishments he acquired. The Ark was...no, the Ark had been certainly nice to a degree but it had hardly been to his specifications - not like this place. How accustomed he'd become to those ostentatious displays of wealth! He said little else, however, on the topic of what the cabin should be properly called, Tetradore simply responded to the comment with a small shrug of his shoulders as he cut the engine of the sports car. The couple easily slid out of the vehicle, Tetradore locking the car behind them out of habit then any true need to protect it - after all, there was certainly not anyone else for miles. Mira's shoulder brushed tenderly against his as the pair moved around the sports car and towards the porch of the cabin. His fingers interlaced between Mira's own, her thumb trailing almost affectionate against the back of his hand.

Tetradore had hardly considered bringing Mira out to the cabin for an escape just for the two of them, after all, he had meant the place to be a final home, of sorts, for Tobias and Raven. He'd never anticipated, in all of his possible plans of the future, for the Ark to sink or for the cabin to become widely held knowledge within their pack and yet...here they were all the same. Even so, Tetradore was more than willing to acquiesce to her request. After all, it might be nice after they managed to rebuild the fractured pieces of their pack to get away for a few days. He entirely missed the insinuation that Mira offered of all they could do within the cabin, the furrow of his brow apparently giving away his obliviousness and yet Mira seemed insistent that he would hardly mind whatever her plans would consist of. He provided her with an almost skeptical look, even as she leaned in to press her lips against his cheek in an entirely chaste kiss. A soft grunt left Tetradore's lips though he hardly continued the conversation any further considering the pair had already made their way to the front door.

Their knock upon the front door, however, was met with little more than stark silence, the front door locked from any easy entrance. Tetradore's lips pressed together a hard line as he reached into his pocket. He pulled out his keys, the Were-King had purposefully kept a spare though it worried him that Tobias and Raven hadn't answered. Easily, he unlocked the front door, gesturing lightly for Mira to enter. Nothing, at first glance, seemed amiss and Tetradore could hardly sense any hint of...danger within the depths of the cabin. That, at least, was somewhat reassuring. It was the sound of movement further within the home that drew Tetradore's attention - the pair hardly had to wait long before Tobias and Raven emerged from the depths of the home. The Were-King was strikingly aware of how particularly...flushed Raven seemed, the mere scent that accompanied her as she approached them was enough to make his nose wrinkle in distaste. He said little of it, even as the emerald of his irises met the golden hue of Mira's distinctly knowing gaze.

Raven's attempts to explain what they were doing, or rather, not explain was met with a raise of his brow before the young woman moved forward to hug them. The glimpse of affection was one that Tetradore tolerated, at best, albeit stiffly and without entirely returning the gesture. Thankfully, the recently sexed woman hardly seemed determined to subject him to her physical affections for terribly long before she pulled away. Tobias, unlike himself, was far more keen to announce his own dislike of hugs, though Mira seemed hardly to mind, the girl far more interested in teasing and prodding the pregnant Raven. Frankly, Tetradore was almost thankful when Mira tugged the woman into the kitchen, Tobias, in turn, so quickly earning the weight of Tetradore's emerald irises. That notion of a video game was one he was far more willing to give his attention to, the Were-King trailing after his companion only to flop upon the sofa as Tobias turned on his newest possession.

It was unusual, really, for Tetradore to simply watch his childhood companion play those videogames and yet, tonight, he was content to do little more than just that. Those questions about the game, when they came, were distinctly rare, the two men entirely content to simply coexist in tranquility as the sun slowly set behind the horizon. Tetradore was well aware of the rise of the moon. He could feel it in his soul. A sort of restlessness overtook the Were-King, even if it was only visible in the way he shifted upon the sofa. It was only Mira's insistence that the girls were ready that prompted Tetradore to finally move. "Come on, Tobias." He muttered to the deviant at his side, Tetradore entirely content to lead the way towards the large porch at the back of the house. A yawn crossed his lips, even though Tetradore felt entirely alive beneath the light of the full moon. He stretched his physique for a moment before Tetradore reached for the hem of his shirt. He peeled those clothes from his figure, abandoning them upon the bannister before he finally allowed that shift to overcome him. His caramel skin was effortlessly replaced with that short ebony further, the panther nothing short of delighted to be free of his human confines. God, how he looked forward to this nice run.

This is my last goodbye