The blue vehicle purred beneath his fingertips as he let that sports car tear through the Western docks, gliding with controlled ease around those corners and towards the large floating cargo ship at the end of the pier. It had been months since he had left his own territory - months that he'd dedicated not only to healing but also his own twisted sort of revenge. It was hardly a ploy that had easily unfolded over night, but the foundation had been placed. He had forged a crack within Frost's once impenetrable armor. Fear could be a powerful motive and whilst his element had largely proved useless against the man's mental fortitude, there was something about the prospect of the supernatural that could make even the strongest men shudder in their place. A small simper crossed Tetradore's features at the thought of it as that vehicle slowly came to a halt beneath his hands, pausing right before the garage entrance. His hand instinctively moved upwards to press that button all his vehicles held to open those doors, only to find it decidedly lacking on his newest acquisition. A soft sigh left his lips as Tetradore stepped out of that vehicle, moving towards the front of that metal garage like door to press his entry code into the key pin pad at it side. That light turned green but seconds later as the electronic door began to move slowly.

The Alpha moved back towards that vehicle, leading that blue Bugatti into that darkened garage and into an empty spot beside the Aventador he loved perhaps best of their collection. This one, he was assured, could certainly rival that Lamborghini within the man's heart and deserved a place at it's side. He stepped out and into the darkness, several items collected from the passenger side seat as he made his way with ease towards that peg board their keys hung from. A small frown graced his lips as he turned to regard that garage, choosing a second spot within it before he allowed those shadows to cling to his figure, taking him far from that Ark. It took the man a bit to see his buisness completed within that garage and yet, when everything was exactly as he wanted it, the were King stepped from the depths of that garage and into the large quiet center of the Ark. The sun was still lingering upon the horizon, drifting lazily towards sunset - that floating cargo ship would surely be preparing for the night's events, though he doubted his own pack would be about yet.

Instead, the man climbed the stairs towards the viewing platform he'd once so frequently occupied. In truth, little appeared to have changed, a fact he was quite grateful for. The man settled within that gilded throne, placing a bag that dangled from his fingertips at his feet. He reached into the plastic bag, withdrawing a recent purchase from it as his fingers toyed with the pages. It was a scream that caused Tetradore to glance upwards, the young waitress simply staring at him with a look of mixed awe and horror. Those emerald eyes fluttered towards the girl, a singular eyebrow raising. "Shouldn't you be getting the bar ready to be open?" He inquired simply enough, watching as she mutely nodded, scurrying towards the bar without a further sound from her lips, entirely unwilling to argue with the ghostly Alpha. Tetradore sighed softly, knowing all too well exactly what tonight would consist of. Taking his place back as Alpha and King of the West and the Ark was certainly going to be...taxing. God, how he'd missed his bed. Tobias better not have claimed his room as his own. It was this very thought he contemplated as another familiar face found the man, those Spanish lyrics immediately drawing his attention from those idle thoughts.

"Sombre?" Jackal inquired, that clear note of hesitance even within his own voice as he uttered that age old nickname. A small simper settled on Tetradore's lips as he glanced upwards towards the man, "Jackal...it seems that I owe you a word of thanks." He commented softly, gesturing ever so loosely to the necklace that hung from his neck. The Spanish man shook his head ever so slightly, "It was a gift. You are back now, yes? Should I get the others?" For a moment, the were-creature considered that very inquiry before he disagreed, "No, they will come in time." He commented idly, reaching down into that bag to pull out a permanent marker. It took him a bit to get the Sharpie out of the plastic wrapper, entirely focusing upon the task he'd set out before him rather than the man at his side. Jackal seemed content enough to let the Alpha return to his own business, leaving the were King alone upon his throne.