A soft breath left the were-King's lips as his bare feet padded quietly down the polished wooden hallway. His hand rose, tousling those dark locks as his fingers ran through his hair in a subtle gesture of the stress that fell upon the Hispanic man's shoulders. He was well aware of Jackal's footsteps behind him, trailing after the Western Alpha with the intent to see after that very task Tetradore had given him. Though he had never intended it, Tetradore had found himself as a linchpin of much of those illicit activities that went on within his neighborhood. He had become a veritable Crime Lord of sorts, with all of those jars he had his fingers into. The shipping of those illegal goods that came too and from the market were all done under his careful watch, the nightly fights organized by the Ark, much less those dealings facilitated within those steel walls. All of it required careful oversight and while such often occurred without much scrutiny, there were times when specific matters required the man's careful attention. They were tasks he trusted with few, Jackal, and his own Beta were perhaps the only two souls who knew the true extent of how deep the corruption ran.

He paused upon the threshold of that large cargo space, his vibrant emerald eyes fluttered down towards the unfamiliar figure of a woman interacting with Raven. A small frown crossed the King's features as he stepped closer towards that faux balcony, providing the man with an overhead view of that entire ring and it's accompanying bar. For the moment, Tetradore leaned against that metal railing, choosing not to directly involve himself of yet. After all, there was little reason to step into...whatever was going on if Raven could handle it. The woman had proven time and time again that she succeeded well in those domestic affairs. From the finances of the Ark's more moral revenue sources to the managing of the staff, Tetradore had found himself handing far more 'power' of sorts to the woman, even if he eternally kept that final say for himself. Nevertheless, his ears easily caught that phrase of 'speak to a manager' and, in turn, his own guard raised ever so slightly. It wasn't often anyone asked to speak to someone....higher in that hierarchy. After all, the were-King was known well enough around these parts that those who truly desired to speak to the Alpha often asked for him by name. Wording like this usually meant a disgruntled customer. Frankly, Tetradore hardly cared in the slightest if such was the case and yet....with Tobias' upcoming wedding to the woman, he refused to allow any harm to fall upon the woman whilst he was near.

His emerald eyes fluttered towards the slender female beside Raven, a hint of suspicion clearly mirrored within the depths of his hardened gaze. She was distinctly were, of that Tetradore could quite clearly detect and yet, she hardly looked like a killer by any means. It was hardly enough to soothe the man's weariness, however, even despite her more...delicate appearing physic. Still, he was willing to admit to himself that she was pretty, in some manner. Tetradore cleared his throat as his attention refocused upon Raven, his gruff baritone lyrics echoed in the steel hull. "Raven, is there something wrong?" It was a simple inquiry, the sort of kind that inquired if she needed his presence here or not, not that it truly mattered either way, he supposed. After all, he would be required to linger tonight regardless. Even Tetradore was well aware of the rambunctiousness that would surely afflict his patrons. The Alpha's presence was often a necessity to keep those wild ones in line. God, it was going to be one hell of a long night already.