Tetradore was hardly prepared, truly, for that touch of emotion that so afflicted the young woman at his side. Although her reaction to his revival had been certainly far from ordinary, he hadn't quite realized the sheer extent that his death had upon her. After all, though they lived and worked frequently together, he'd hardly say that the pair was....close. At least, not enough for his absence to make a difference. Oh how wrong it seemed Tetradore was. He hesitated before offering her some measure of reassurance, the man still seeking to soothe her troubled soul even if he was unsure of the viability of his continued life. Her insistence to promise he'd try, however, made him hesitate all the more. Would he truly promise not to die? After all, Tetradore had never had a particularly long life expectancy, even more so with the continual fights in the ring. His body went through hell and his own mind often followed in suit. His mouth felt exceedingly dry, even as he pushed those two singular words into her own thoughts. "I promise.". It was a lie. He knew it was a lie and yet, it was the lie that Raven so desperately needed to hear from him in that moment.

He was all too quick to change the topic of conversation, instead choosing to admit with a hint of guilt that it had been Frost himself that had kept Tetradore absent for so very long. His revenge was perhaps petty and childish, he was well aware of it and yet, it had given him a sort of satisfaction. He was oblivious, truly, to that almost menacing aura he was capable of wielding without the use of his affinity, the man entirely unaware of all she had witnessed within that ring. So much of it was simply what he had been taught to do. That feminine laughter that echoed through his thoughts caused a grin to settle upon his features, the were-King almost pleased that she took such joy from his decisions. That wagging of her tail and chipper tone to her voice caused his own tail to lash in a small show of contentment. "I'm glad you think so." He uttered softly, even if he was not nearly as convinced that his short haunting would have any sort of lasting impact on the steed. It had been a temporary distraction in their rivalry at best and yet, Tetradore's renewed life was perhaps as much of a statement as anything else. He was certain the pair of Alphas would clash again, now that Tetradore's revival was well known and yet, with Nadya's decision to join his opponents pack, maybe this was the best sort of peace they could all hope for.

That heavy sigh drew the man from his thoughts, his emerald eyes shifted towards her with a glimpse of curiosity. That apology certainly saw him pause and yet, for a moment, he was almost unsure of what to say. There was no denying that Raven had been the catalyst for that argument between himself and the ivory steed and yet, Tetradore suspected that such difficulties would have arisen irregardless, thanks to that love affair with his sibling. A small shrug crossed his shoulders, "It's in the past now." He stated, that reassurance far more lacking then his last effort had been and yet, this was a far more complicated topic. It was one, however, he was equally as willing to let drop, the man instead entirely content to turn his attention to licking the remaining meat off of those bones, an act the feline's tongue certainly excelled at. He allowed that silence to drift over them as the pair finished their meals, the man certain there was nothing left to say of that encounter with Frost on either of their parts. In fact, it wasn't until that soft sigh that his attention turned from the meticulous cleaning of his own paw, his gaze following hers to the hue of the sky. For a moment, those emerald eyes simply stared at the horizon, as if he was considering something of great importance before the man merely nodded briefly.

He led her away from those fish, this time content to simply walk from that field with it's swaying grass and further north towards those forested paths. The were-King would pause, ever so slightly, his nose twitching as he sniffed the very scent of the air, only to continue moving further through that dimness. By the time Tetradore paused, the moon was already hanging over head, the sky near pitch black in hue, lit by those all too visible stars. He settled upon his haunches, his gaze turned almost expectantly towards the young woman. "Ready?" He inquired, waiting for some sort of confirmation before his head turned upwards, his jaws parting to let that roar echo through the quiet nightlife. A please sort of look crossed his features, his head cocked inquisitively to the side as he merely....waited. It didn't happen immediately, not quite. The first one almost low and in the distant and yet, it was wholly distinct. A howl. It was followed by a second and a third, those sounds picked up by that pack of wolves whose territory he had near purposefully led the pair into. Although that sound was certainly meant to be territorial, Tetradore had every intention to utilize it for something else entirely. He glanced at the young woman at his side, that mischievous glint settling in the depths of those emerald eyes. "Well, we can't not answer them...can we?" He inquired, his gaze settled firmly upon her. Oh yes, for tonight alone, Tetradore had every intention to be a wolf.

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