Tetradore was always entirely aware of what went on within even the closed doors of the Ark. After all, running a facility such as this hardly came without a cost. It was his responsibility to see to it the games were played fairly, to see payouts were made and the unruly kept in check. And so, it was entirely natural that the male knew exactly of the witch's movements the very moment she had stepped foot even within the general vicinity of his establishment. After all, he'd made a point to ensure even the outside was watched now - after things with Frost had gone so extremely sour what was now nearly months within the past. He had kept watch on the woman from his perch above the ship's hull, his vibrant emerald gaze had followed her as she skirted around the outskirts of the throng. He'd observed the moment Raven too picked up on her scent just as he too watched the peculiar colored wolf approach the out of place individual. In those precarious moments, the fight had become meaningless to the Alpha of the West, despite the simple fact that it was arguably his best friend within the ring. After all, as much as he hated to admit it, the outcome of their battle was already certain and this witch was far more of a wild card to his night then the spotted feline could hope to be (a fact which he was sure if he admitted out loud would be met with rather dubious glances).

For a while, Tetradore simply remained there upon the so called catwalk, leaning against the edge as he simply watched their conversations, judging it on the body language of the wolf alone. The female, he'd long since realized, was far too practiced at concealing her thoughts, her body was far too rigid. She was a fighting, that he could tell from nearly a mile away and so, in a way, he could hardly fault her for wanting to see what was arguably the most intriguing sport in town. It hardly put Tetradore at ease though. He ignored the roar of the crowd as Tobias downed his foe, instead taking the opportunity of their distraction to leave his perch and venture forth into the boisterous horde below. He too skirted them with care, hardly wanting their attention, much less the simple fact that he despised the closeness of too many bodies against him. Never the less, it hardly took Tetradore all that long to make his way towards the pair. He caught only the tail end of the young witch's words on her particular like of his western ward. Great. So she's going to start being a familiar face? Awesome - she would single-handedly force him to finally take a stance on weather the Ark would even allow the other species within its hull. It was a decision he'd been putting off for some time.

Her inquiry on the fights was by far the only thing that truly caught the man's attention, the Alpha entirely aware of the looks suddenly shot within the two women's direction and the whispered words they exchanged. A soft sigh left his lips as Tetradore slowly stepped forward, finally letting his presence be known as more then just another face within the crowd. For a brief moment, his vibrant emerald gaze merely glanced over the woman from her icicle colored hair to the obvious toned figure until, slowly, Tetradore shook his head. "No - they aren't allowed to fight. There are no powers allowed within the ring. No swords or daggers of any kind. My claws would slice your flesh too easily when stripped away of your toys." There was no ringing threat to his baritone voice, no growl on his lips. Quite the contrary, Tetradore was the personification of indifference. It was merely a fact, his statement. Her flesh was nothing to him. Her skull would crack too easily against the pounds of pressure and sharpened canines. There would be no sport in it, despite whatever physical prowess she may claim to have. It would be only death in allowing her within the ring -- unless he pitted her against a bunny. Now that was an amusing thought.