It was hardly unlike his leopard companion to find what he perceived to be the biggest and most ferocious creature to coerce into the ring - only to too best him with the roar of the crowd at his side. For a while, Tetradore had been content to merely observe his friend's conquests, hardly concerned that the man would lose and too entirely oblivious to the interactions below and the entrance of the fae girl. Instead, his emerald eyes were steadfast upon a man that skirted the corners of the ring, recognizing the male's features and easily connecting them with his animal counterpart. The wolverine had started to make quite a name for himself in some circles, known for his capabilities as a fighter, often besting larger animals despite his considerably smaller size. It had certainly piqued Tetradore's inquisitiveness and so, when the man saw fit to volunteer to step up next into the ring with Tobias, the Alpha stepped up to stop the fight before it begun. It wasn't often when Tetradore stepped in and so, knowing full well what it meant, neither the wolverine nor Tobias himself saw fit to deny him.

In truth, the fight had hardly lasted nearly as long as Tetradore would have thought it might have. The wolverine was on him without second to spare, climbing his figure as he sunk his claws into his back, curling around his neck only to dig his teeth into his shoulder. Despite the pain that laced his shoulder, the jaguar was hardly terribly perturbed by the man's abrupt affront. After all his life had consisted of scenarios just as this one. Instead, the much larger feline used his much larger bulk to quite literally roll the creature off his back, only for the smaller animal to scramble out of the way lest he be crushed. The fight continued in such a fashion for nearly twenty minutes - with the wolverine making every effort to end the battle as quickly as he could only for the ebony beast to bat away his attacks as if they were but a mere annoyance. Eventually, however, Tetradore saw fit to bring the fight to an end, to stop 'playing' with his 'food', as his mistress would have once called it. By the time the match was over, Tetradore had the boisterous crowd on hi side, the wolverine panting with effort and a beer shoved into his hand.

He was congratulated with several warm pat on the backs as he made his way out of the immediate area of the ring, pausing only just long enough to pull his pants back on. Crowds always made him particularly agitated (having remind him of the club he'd been confined to for so long), and as of such, once his immediate interests were satisfied, Tetradore more often the not sought the solitude of the upper observation deck he claimed as his own. The man leaned against the railing of the desk, his throne like chair settled a few feet behind him. The wound on his neck and shoulder were still visible though healing quickly thanks to his species' capabilities. His emerald gaze watched with steadfast interest as Tobias climbed back into the ring with the intent to once again dominate it in the fashion he so often did. It was the sound of his name that drew his eyes away from the flight's below, surprise quickly registering upon his masculine features as he eyed the two women in front of him. Raven and Samantha standing side by side was certainly the last sight he expected to see.

A small frown marred his lips at Raven's words. "Attacked?" He inquired, his eyebrows furrowing. This was exactly the sort of situation he wanted to avoid. This was exactly why he told her that he had to ensure she was capable of detecting the other species. A soft sigh left his lips as the man stepped away from the railing and closer towards the two women. "Are you okay? What happened?" He inquired, his attention fully falling upon Samantha.