The roar of the crowd filled the metal cargo ship at that bellowed challenge to the Alpha of the Ark. It was not unpeculiar for the were-feline to find his claim upon that golden throne denounced and tested. Occasionally, some lucky bloke would find himself with enough success within the ring to garner some measure of hubris, enough so to think themselves capable of taking on the great King of the West. All it took was a sufficient beating for that throng to once again learn of their place beneath him. After all, Tetradore never lost when he stepped into that roped off ring, not once. The day he did, was the day that pack and all that came with it would be lost. It was a precarious sort of game and yet, it had brought in clientele. It had brought in money. Hell, it had even brought Tetradore himself when the Ark was under previous management. To deny a challenge, after all, was near akin to admitting defeat. His lips pressed together in a hard line before, slowly, the man's head bobbed in acceptance. That stag would find himself regretting that decision to take on the jungle cat by the time the evening was through, after all, his kind easily tended to eat those ruminant mammals.

It hardly took long for that shift to overcome the Alpha, those clothes discarded in favor of that short ebony fur. He stretched out those coiled muscles, the feline far too taunt for that agility this fight would surely demand of him. Even so, he slipped through those ropes, climbing onto that dirtied mat with the clear intention to take on that beast. That ebony body slinked in a prowling fashion on his designated side, entirely content to watch his intended prey as the fellow shifted and took up his own position on the opposite portion of the ring. It should be a quick battle, he knew. At the very least, it could be, if he allowed it and yet, that crowd paid for the show as much as they did the ability to participate in it. His body hunched lower towards the ground, his mouth parted to flash those sharpened ivories as that snarl near echoed in that ship. He was ignorant, in those moments, to the young woman that watched on the preparation of that battle - at least until that easily identifiable figure of the coyote slid past those ropes and into the middle of the rink to begin with.

An almost baffled look crossed his features as her gaze turned so pointedly towards him. That agitation in her voice was altogether clear and yet, the were-King could only eye her with a blank stare. He had, at the very least, thought their last meeting had gone well enough. Was she upset he left her at the hotel? He had paid for all of her expenses there. A small frown crossed his lips as he slowly rose to all fours and yet, before the feline had the chance to respond, that deer called out his own retort. His emerald eyes turned towards the stag and yet, he hardly had the chance to react before the beast was near stampeding towards the woman. He jumped forward, intending to intervene only for Malia's form to entirely disappear. His paws slid to a halt on that mat, easily putting together the pieces of that affinity they shared. Teleportation...fancy that. He watched as that deer found himself face planted onto the ground of that arena, that final word hissed with a measureable ferocity. Great. Now what? A soft sigh left his lips before the panther nodded. "I'll deal with you after I'm done with her." He stated towards that stag only for the man to turn towards those ropes, easily slipping through them with the assurance that Malia would be upon his heels.

He led her up those metal stairs and deeper into the massive cargo ship and the parts of the boat reserved for the pack. That hallway that held those bedrooms was far different than that arena below. There was a certain level of comfort in those wallpapered walls and carpeted floors, a homeliness that simply didn't exist in those areas open to the public. Even so, Tetradore led the woman into his own little suite, pausing within that entryway to turn and face the coyote. "What has you all bothered tonight?" He inquired, almost weary of what the answer would be.

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