His sharpened canines clenched firmly upon the fur at the wolverine's scruff. The feline was all too aware of the creature's figure as it shifted and contorted, her figure becoming smaller to the point that his jaws could clench upon the diameter of her all too sensitive jugular. Her life was held entirely within her hands - it was a fact that she too quickly seemed to conclude. Her fighting was futile and slowly, her own flailing limbs begun to still under the pressure of his teeth. His breath was hot against her ebony fur, his saliva already beginning to gather, as if preparing for the meal that he'd undeniably triumphed over. Luckily for the woman beneath him, Tetradore still held enough of his humanity to fail to give into those primal urges. However, he hardly intended to let her go either. On the contrary, he had to ensure that his rank at the head of their small pack remained altogether intact. It was a lesson she too must learn, regardless of the pain it might cause her. In some things, there was not room for compassion. This was surely one of those moments.

Her weakened whimper echoed within the man's pinned ears, his emerald eyes darting ever so slightly towards the spotted feline, ensuring Tobias would not get in the way of what he intended next. His own form was tense as the were-leopard remained at their side, entirely prepared still for the cat to rush in and save his damsel in distress. Love was a very powerful thing, after all. What he didn't expect, however, was the sudden force that shove ineffectively against his side, her efforts to remove his large bodice from the fallen wolf's form served only to capture the ebony feline's attention. A growl reverberated within his chest as he slowly loosened his hold, his own larger figure till standing above her, ensuring that even in that moment she remained stationary - where he wanted her to be. Instead, his vibrant gaze still watched as the fae moved around them, his tail lashing as she fell in front of the pair, her hands reaching out to stroke the lupine's head in a fashion that was entirely loving - to calm that fear he could feel radiating from her. The very fear he wanted to instill within her.

The skin of Tetradore's maw scrunched as the jaguar flashed Samantha his fangs, another growl reverberating on his lips before he parted his jaws just enough to lunge downwards towards her hands. He hardly intended to bite her, in fact ensuring his actions fell short to never clench around her flesh but he had every intention of ensuring this lesson was instilled within the wolf and this night would never again be repeated. It was his own affinity he called upon within that moment, the fear that he so effortlessly wielded. He had instilled it in many before the power was even his, and too had felt it's touch for nearly a decade till he became that very monstrosity that stalked the dark. Now, however, it was them he forced it upon - pushing it into the wolverine beneath him, instilling the lesson within her animal mind that he was an object to be feared. He was above her and entirely unquestioned - a force to be reckoned with. He ensared his own faithful companion within it, ensuring too that Tobias would not intervene, that his own lesson still held steadfast. And finally, he forced that same unrelinquishing fear into even Samantha. In this, Tetradore refused to be undermined.

The feline bent over the fallen form of the lupine only once he was sure the fairy's hands had been removed, seeking out the same spot upon her neck that he knew Tobias had wounded with his own claim. With meticulous care, Tetradore drew upon that acidity he was capable of producing, letting a single drop of his own saliva fall just an inch away from Tobi's mark, fully intending to mark her too as his own in a way he was ensure she was incapable of forgetting. He remained on top of her, effectively pinning her in place as that acid bit through fur and flesh, leaving a mark that, although subtle, he knew well would make her think twice should she ever consider such an attempt again. Slowly, and with a careful shift of his own weight, Tetradore released her from his grasp, his emerald eyes entirely staying settled upon her with distrust as he searched for any sign the girl might choose to indulge in a second round. In that moment, there was no anger or annoyance that laced his own emotions, no frustration or concern for what he had done to any of the individuals present. In that moment, his emotions were as still as the surface of a lake - with just one drop required to disrupt that glass surface into a chaotic hell.