There was a certain sort of energy in the air, an electricity that even the were-panther could feel within that mortal skin as he stepped out onto that viewing platform. His Beta was strangely absent tonight. It seemed as if the man had gotten even closer to his mate within the Alpha's death. It was hardly peculiar, he supposed. He had been naive to think he would simply return to life functioning in the same fashion it always had. Still, Tetradore leaned over that railing, watching those fights below him. It was the first night since his return that the man was afforded some time to himself - the previous days had mostly been spent seeing to his multiple businesses and reassuring those numerous clients of his continual existence. Those crowds were more boisterous tonight then they had been in some time, largely due to the simple fact, he was sure, that tonight was a holiday of sorts. They, however, hardly were willing to ignore his existence, that crowd quickly began to pick up a chant, his name upon their lips. For a moment, he had simply watched them with a hint of amusement before offering that group a small nod, willing to give into those demands for tonight.

It was the first time he'd stepped into that ring since before his death, that mortal skin so effortlessly gave way to the short ebony fur of his feline self, those emerald eyes shifting intensely to the man that dared step in that ring against him. He knew, truly, how important this singular fight was. He had to prove the King of the Concrete Jungle had not fallen in his absence. He had prove exactly why he was still on the top of that hierarchy. He watched the fellow across from him as those bones snapped and muscles twisted and soon enough, the creature standing across from him was revealed. A buffalo. How....peculiar. He'd yet to see one up close. They were a stampede animal, their horns of greatest threat if only because they had been known to impale even lions upon those sharpened spines. How perfect. The creature lowered his head, his hooves scraping against the ground and immediately, the creature charged, providing him with little time to react as the feline strove to move out of the way of those rapidly approaching horns.

Tetradore was entirely focused upon climbing that creature, enough so that even he hardly noticed that scent of equine that had entered the Ark, though truly amongst those wafting smells of the other wildlife beneath the skin of his patrons, it was unlikely he would have noticed anyways. That battle went on a bit longer then he would have liked and yet, soon enough, he was settled upon the back of that large bovine, those teeth clamping down upon the creature's neck in a deadly vice like grip for the allotted time required to be declared the winner. That shift once again overcame him, those clothes retrieved and redressed as the next fight began but minutes after his own, those fellow predators so attempting to prove themselves with a renewed sort of vengeance. Tetradore, however, made his way towards that bar on the wall of the room, requesting a beverage from his wait staff. Alicia was all too quick to pop the top of an ice cold beer for him, passing it to him before, with some hesitance, pointing out a woman in the back corner of the room. She was young, even Tetradore could tell that and yet, that cat eared female had been certain she'd smelled horse on her. A small frown crossed his lips and though he hardly cared for this anti-equine rule as much as Tobias had, Tetradore had every reason to be careful.

The were-king approached that far back table, those emerald eyes still steadfast on her. "We currently don't cater to your kind." He uttered as he stood before her table, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly. There was something familiar about her - something of that scent that he had smelled before. It took him a moment to realize it, though that in itself frustrated him. Her scent had been faint within Frost's home but Tetradore had taken to finding shelter in her empty room several times over when he was unsure of where his haunting antics might take the man. "Your one of Frost's. Why the hell did he sent you now?' He inquired, his voice decidedly deadpanned as those emerald eyes narrowed at the young girl. That welcome mat was quite quickly disintegrating, little pony better talk fast.