Nadya Tetradore

The days in between the weekend spent without her children were the most trying for the young woman. She was attempting to resume her time back at the burlesque lately, easing back into it by taking the workload back from Sam though remaining off-stage still. Whether that in itself, not being on stage immersed in music, was also not helping Nadya was hard to tell. Any time not at the burlesque or collecting bets for Jackal was still spent in her feline form. It was a hard habit to break, allowing her conscious to slip into a more primitive mind-frame in order to escape the overwhelming world.

It was to be Nadya's night off from the burlesque so she stationed herself at the Ark. Nadya hadn't quite taken on the schedule that her packmates had taken to in order to survive the Ark hours. They slept quite a bit during the day and were up all night for the business. Nadya enjoyed the sun far too much to follow that regime so was up in the late morning with some of the staff. Though while the staff worked on the Ark she usually slunk outside. The radius that she ventured out of the Ark was steadily expanding allowing her to hunt once more without looking over her shoulder all the time. Today she caught a few hare and returned them to the kitchen where Raven could later prepare them for their meals. With nothing else left on Nadya's plan she made her way through the bowels of the ship up to the deck. The ebony jaguar paced about the steel playground before finally settling to soak up the rays of the late afternoon.

The warmth of the sun was delightful and calmed the feline, allowing her to doze off for a stereotypical cat-nap. "Nadya." The gentle brush of her name against her mind caused Nadya to pull from her slumber though she refused to open her eyes just yet. "Nadya." It was faint but sounded again. Her ear twitched and a grumble resounded as she slowly opened her eyes and rolled over to sit up. It sounded like her brother but...something was off. Aidan had said he was going to be with Sam today or else she would have surely been bothering him to play with her. Curiosity got the better of the feline, standing and lumbering over to the side of the deck to raise up on her back legs and look over the side to land of the West that consisted of their territory. Maybe Aidan had decided to cut his time short and come home and remembered her wish to go running with him. "Aidan?" There was no answer to her call.

Her tail flicked from side to side as she lowered back down to all fours, attempting to figure out what was going on. She was sure that she had heard Aidan calling for her. Perhaps he was just close to being out of range so couldn't hear her? She'd have to go out to shorten the distance. The feline gruffed softly, picking her way along the deck and down the ramp that ran along the outside side of the ship down to the docks. There was pause at the end of the ramp, golden gaze glancing from the Ark to the warehouse district in unsurety. Nadya snorted, she knew her brother was trying to get her out of the Ark in his own way sometimes but she disliked his methods sometimes. Pack dictated she couldn't ignore him calling for her.

Cautiously Nadya made her way into the warehouse district that lead into the Southern part of town. She felt she was going in blind in attempting to find her brother but it didn't seem like he wished to give her any more information to go off of. She could only follow where she thought the thread of the voice had come from. "Aidan, where are you? This is a horrible game." Nadya paused once she was at the edge of the warehouses and just across the street began the sleepy beginnings of civilization. A scuffing noise from behind her caused Nadya to twist about, ears perked and on alert with her attention honed in on the few shadows that the late afternoon sun created. The shifting of the breeze brought with it the scent of someone very familiar beneath the saltiness of the ocean. Immediately Nadya's ebony coat bristled as she took a step backwards. "You." Frost. The last time she had seen him was at the Gala when he had suggested she leave the Ark more often. At first she had refused, then had indeed ventured out, ceasing after a few days when Frost had never shown. It had left her feeling ridiculous for ever thinking he would have something of value to say. No, he had probably just said it to see if she would even do it.