The ebony feline paused in front of the pair, his emerald eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he eyed the far smaller canine in front of him. He knew well that Raven's effort to vouch for the fox certainly shouldn't be taken lightly and yet, Frost had already done irreversible damage to his pack - it was something he hardly wished to continue. Indeed, Tetradore would have happily done whatever was necessary to ensure not only the survival of those closest to him but also too their wellbeing, even if it meant rejecting someone who could very well be within need. His own opinions of the small creature was weary at best and yet, he watched every movement she made as he so harshly judged her. He was aware of the fashion in which her eyes remained wholly adverted from his own in an effort to show respect to his clearly higher status and yet, that alone hardly made a difference to the Alpha. It was her words that he so intently listened to, his ears swiveling erect upon his head and yet, his tail still lashed with his entirely notable agitation. He listened in utter silence as she recounted those events that had transpired that evening, her words entirely convincing except for that voiced willingness to do whatever it took - weather or not such words were serious, however, was another matter entirely.

Instead his cranium shifted as Raven so stepped up from her place beside the small fox, her words cutting through that demure tone the fox had presented to him. Tetradore regarded her with that same silence as she so expanded upon what it meant to be a pack, though the creatures capabilities to do so, however, he still found entirely questionable. After all, as she herself had said, she had done nothing in the end to so assist the lupine beside her when she had so desperately needed it. His gaze momentarily shifted back towards the creature in a wholly studious fashion, considering all that was said and done in this simple request. The feline hardly reacted as that voice filled his head, the man entirely aware it was meant for himself alone and yet, in some manner he could hardly deny a ring of truth to those lyrics - though his own reason was entirely unique. Although Alexis had indeed sided with the werehorse in the moments she was needed most, she was entirely a submissive creature at heart, of that he could tell by instinct alone. She did not speak of the man with any sort of fondness in her tone, freely admitting her faults in the way he had seen with those more akin to low self esteem than any facade. And yet still, he was weary.

"Alexis, look at me." That command was simple enough, the man so drawing upon his own affinities within that moment. It was, perhaps, one of those lesser known capabilities he so drew upon, his emerald eyes seeming entirely intoxicating within that moment, those flecks of bright and darker green hues were entirely captivating, the were creature fully intending to put her into that same state of hypnosis he had only done once with one other soul. He needed to know the truth and he was assured that one all those masks were stripped away, she would afford him with complete and utter genuineness. "Now, then, Alexis, tell me truly, why did you not help Raven that night?" There were no leading questions from his lips about Frost or those she cared of, his question open ended entirely to allow the fox to take it wherever she saw fit. After all, the subconscious was extremely pliable, suggestions were often taken up with ease and warped and melted into their own form of truth. But no - he needed to know her untainted intentions and he had every motive to draw it from her lips in such a dazed state.