How that dipshit thought he could steal from the King of the West and get away with it was certainly questionable indeed. It had taken Tetradore a few days to notice the artifact missing but once it was gone, utilizing Tobias' skill had made it decidedly easy to track down within his own district of the city. That was the problem with his business. Sometimes, his clientele thought it was easier to hire him to fetch whatever variety of illegal good from wherever it happened to lie and then take it from him then to pay him his rather enormous fee. Few, however, ever saw their product, those that did never found their hands on it. This was the first time a piece had been successfully taken from him home and Tetradore had every intent of either seeing it returned, or his fee rendered for the services he had provided. His own frame wracked for a brief moment as the shift took over him, the moon calling to his bestial side and yet, Tetradore hardly lingered long within his own realm. Rather, the Alpha male stuck to the tops of buildings and slinked down alleyways as he made his way through his territory and towards the offending client's home. For some time, he merely settled upon the fire escape of a nearby apartment, simply watching his prey for an evening as the night wore steadily on.

His vibrant emerald gaze glanced upwards as the full moon hung heavy within the sky, knowing well he'd have to be quick if he wished to return home in time for his own pack's monthly congregation. It was his duty, after all, to be there for them. Such was a responsibility the man refused to shrink from. Tetradore slowly stood, leaning back upon his back paws to stretch out his large, lanky figure. A yawn passed through his gaping jaws before the jungle cat shook off his fur, his hind legs propelling him forward and over the fire escape banister before his form landed with a soft thud onto the cement of the alleyway below. His feet were silent as he padded forward, his attention entirely set on the house caddy corner to the side of the street he stood on. The beast kept towards the shadows, prowling in a fashion that only a large feline truly could. And yet, despite the air of dangerousness his large form exuded, it was hardly enough for what came next.

It was the yipping that drew his vibrant gaze towards the small dog that ran headlong in his direction, the creature causing the were-panther to pause in his trek. For a moment, he simply watched it, entirely taken back by the way in which it seemed so head strongly intent on attacking him. The skin around his maw wrinkled, flashing those large ivory canines as the feline hissed, warning the animal to continue on it's way. After all, he hardly wanted his prey aware he was coming and this....incessant yipping would surely draw some attention. A growl reverberated from lower within his frame as his body slinked forward, fully prepared to murder this rat thing if it didn't shut the fuck up. He didn't notice the human that approached them quickly, his own body had long since learned to react to the supernatural but there were no instinctual warning bells for the mortals. Instead, Tetradore's entirely attention was focused upon the dog as he lunged forward, his jaws parted with the complete intent to pick the small animal up within his mouth.