In those moments that had followed his lunge at the young fairy's hands, the ebony feline had entirely ignored the cry that had left the lips of his girlfriend. He had ignored the sound of his own name and the fear that laced her soprano voice, his emerald eyes entirely steady upon the lupine beneath him. He was unaffected by the terror that ran rampant within that room, forcing it within the fairy herself as much as he too had the rest of the inhabitants. It was an emotion he wielded so effortlessly, one that had come naturally for him for as long as he could remember. He was used to them being afraid of him. Hell, sometimes he depended on it. His own attention, however, hardly wavered from his task at hand as the fairy got to her feet to quickly climb the stairs they had come from. She was, in that moment, entirely insignificant to him. It was only when his task was done that Tetradore released the smaller wolverine from his hold. His emerald eyes simply watched the lupine, void of any true emotion as she stuttered out a response, a reasoning for her actions tonight. Tetradore himself had scarce a word to say and thankfully, Raven seemed fit to excuse herself - too running from him in a similar fashion that Samantha herself had done. His gaze flickered towards the spotted feline, his head bobbing ever so slightly as Tobias swore to bring her back to the Ark once she had calmed.

It was only once Tetradore found himself entirely alone that he allowed that shift to overcome him once again, replacing ebony fur with human flesh. The man took a moment fish for his pants, refinding them before pausing to see to Jackal, ensuring he was taken care of. His staff was his first priority, their physical safety and welfare momentarily more important to him than any emotional trauma he might have inflicted tonight. He ensured the crew had their instructions - the tables and chairs were to be put back in order and a count made for any that needed to be fixed. The lights overhead needed to be replaced, any glass swept up and the games would continue tonight under the supervision of another he appointed. It was only when the Ark begun to repair itself that Tetradore saw fit to excuse himself and head up the metal stairs to his own bedroom and the deck beyond. A soft sigh left his lips as he glanced into the bedroom, entirely wish he could simply go back to bed and forget this whole fiasco. Tetradore was hardly looking forward to what he knew was surely coming the moment he found Samantha and yet...it was inevitable and better, he decided, to deal with it too now rather than later.

His bare feet padded quietly down the hallway before he made his way up the stairs that led towards the deck of the metal ship. It was hardly difficult to find her petite form amongst the plane of the ship and slowly, Tetradore made his way towards her, pausing several feet behind her as he shoved his hands in his pockets. He watched her in silence, already aware she too knew he was present. He watched the way her hands clenched into fists and yet, it hardly seemed to concern him, his own baritone voice decidedly deadpan as he responded to her first inquiry, "How could I what?" He listened in mute silence as she struggled to understand what had occurred and the necessity of it all, the young fairy entirely focused upon Raven and their feelings rather than practicality of it all. She was concerned only with the here and now then the future that Tetradore himself saw and had now ensured would never resurface. Idly, his gaze shifted towards the cracked barrels though even this two failed to create any reaction within the man. After all, when compared to Risque, when compared to what he himself had done in the past, Samantha's anger was more akin to that of a kitten.

His gaze turned unflinchingly towards her feminine features as he turned towards her, easily recognizing the anger on her face and yet, his own response was little more than a shrug of his shoulders. "You were in the way, I needed you to move." Tetradore was, at the very least, entirely blunt. He understood, to an extent, how little she knew of him. How little she knew of pack life. It was a prospect he hardly faulted her on but he had little intention either of arguing with her over the morals of his actions. After all, Tetradore had never really had morals instilled within him in the first place beyond the sheer importance of family that his parents had impressed upon him. That lingering desire to keep them safe was perhaps the only bit of him that Risque had been unable to completely destroy.