The coldness of the leather almost felt comforting against the warmth of his fur, his emerald eyes still staring at her with some residual hint of despondency of those very things he had all but admitted. He was tired of this. He had been tired of fighting his sister for some time now. Fighting against her, fighting for her. None of it had really mattered in the end. None of it was ever good enough. None of it kept their family together. He'd failed in every conceivable way. He hardly found it within himself to voice even a syllable at Malia's admittance that, perhaps, she had not gathered the full story before letting her anger drive her. Frankly, he was hardly terribly surprised. Nadya had a way about her when it so came to setting others against him. A small shrug crossed his shoulders and yet, given his current position, he doubted that she was even aware of it. It wasn't until that mention of Nadya's desires that Tetradore spoke up. "I know....I only requested she live here for a short time. I was trying to keep her safe, Malia. The ring, the fighting, the wolf....they were all variables I could control. Frost...I couldn't be here and watching her home at the same time. Had either of them talked to me of their....relationship....things could have been different...." His voice trailed off only for a soft sigh to leave his lips. It was pointless to consider how much better things could have been. It didn't matter now.

There was far more history between himself and Frost then she was aware of. He was sure that within her own pack, Raven's near death experience was spoken of with justification. Just as too was his own girlfriend's suffering and yet, all of it had affected the man's efforts to keep those loved ones close to him. It was an effort he ultimately failed at. It was this continual theme of Tetradore's inability to find any level of victory in this ongoing battle with himself, Nadya, and Frost that had prompted the sort of awareness within the man - one that finally bubbled onto his lips in a bizarre sort of compliment. Nadya and Malia had chosen the winning side in that war. They had chosen well. Tetradore had hardly expected the ferocity that such a truth had prompted within the woman, her abrupt growl caused that gaze to shift towards the coyote as she approached with fire in her voice. It was funny, really, the way she talked about what he was like before Nadya and Frost. If only she knew. If only she knew of the submissive pet he had once been. Strong? Confident? All of it was little more than a facade as he continued that steady march through life - just trying to get through each and every day. A soft snort left his nose as his gaze flickered elsewhere, the man attempting to remember everything else she had wanted to know.

It was the women's own self-doubt that he saw fit to soothe, the were-King made the effort to assure her that his interest within her certainly predated her allegiance to her Alpha. Even though he well suspected their own friendship would likely be soured in the future with her continued involvement with his sibling. It was a near inevitability - the destruction of it. He watched as she settled back on the carpet near him, reminding him of his own lack of utterance of exactly who he was and what he had to offer her. "I was attempting to get you warmed up to me before I suggested it." He admitted and yet, he certainly didn't fault her in the slightest. After all, she was right and they both knew it. He should have been more forward with her. If he had, maybe she would be his. Nevertheless, Tetradore continued on with the assurance that Frost and himself had come to an agreement of sorts, even if he omitted exactly what the terms of that peace included. "You should remember, Malia, that other members of either of our packs, are just members. They are neither Alphas nor Betas and certainly do not speak for either Frost nor myself." It seemed to be a reoccuring theme of late, members speaking of matters they should not. At the very least, he would need to nip such a trait in the bud in his own pack.

He watched as the young woman flopped on the carpet on the opposite side of the room, those emerald eyes almost...softened at her admittance of insecurity. "I'm sorry." He uttered softly, though, truly he was. He despised that Nadya's gossiping had made her feel so....uncertain of their friendship with one another, much less implant the thought within her of any sort of ulterior motives. She deserved more than that, from all of them. His thoughts were interrupted only by that idle inquiry, one that prompted a soft snort from the man. It did seem the sort of activity she would enjoy, truly. "You get used to the movement of the boat. It'll simply become apart of you, in time." He responded, shifting from that place upon that sofa. "Truthfully, we haven't exactly had an opportune moment to show you the Ark, though I think you would enjoy yourself in the ring." It was, after all, what she excelled at, that scrapping. That apology he was given was certainly appreciated, his own head bobbing ever so slightly and yet, there was a hint of teasing in that tone he offered in return. "I'll forgive it....this time." His head motioned slightly towards the door. "I know it's late but...would you like to see the ring?" Better late than never, right?

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