For the most part, Tetradore's business affairs had a tendency to run smoothly with only minimal oversight from the were-King. He reaped the benefits both of the Ark's nightly fights and too, his overseas shipping businesses. Those contracted deals often went through Jackal, the easy ones agreed to and arrangements made before Tetradore himself had to get involved. However, on occasion, the were-King was forced to take matters into his own hands, particularly when it came to a customer who refused to pay for services rendered. After all, they reasoned, it wasn't as if the captains of those cargo ships within Tetradore's fleet could easily report to authorities that they weren't being paid for the shipping of illegal goods they had smuggled into the harbor in the first place. It was the very sort of thing that garnered a visit from the nightmarish Western King in the first place. He had established a less than favorable reputation in some circles for a reason, the very creature he had a tendency to become, thanks to Risque, was quite perfect for the enforcement of his own business. Few dared to cross him and, tonight, this customer would be yet another in the small list of those spoken of in hushed tones when they had so defied the feline.

He was thankful, truly, when the crocodile-woman was hardly in sight when he stepped on that sporty yacht the two had pilfered, his key fit easily into the ignition, the boat rumbling to life beneath his hands. It took some level of care to navigate the ship to the very back of the vast cargo boat, the loading garage left open to provide a makeshift dock of sorts. His hands deftly tied those knots to keep the power boat attached to the cargo ship, only for the were-King to step back to the familiarity of his own floating home. He was oblivious, in that moment, to the attention his actions garnered. The air around him shifted ever so slightly with a slight gust off the ocean, his human sense failed to have the same hyper awareness as is animal counterpart. He bent over towards that duffle bag that awaited him, providing a spare set of clothing. Two additional bags held their own fair share of illegal substances, an additional drop he intended to make whilst he was out on the water handling his business affairs. Might as well multi-task, no?

It was the sound of a feminine voice that caused his emerald eyes to raise ever so slightly, though if the man was surprised, it hardly showed upon his stoic features. Rather, his eyebrow rose ever so slightly as he eyed that childish grin upon her lips, as if she'd found a wonderful new toy to play with. That easy tease prompted a small shrug on his shoulders before he tossed those bags onto the back of the yacht. "Well....not quite." He admitted. After all, it wasn't as if he was purposefully trying to leave unnoticed. Tobias would hardly last long in the confined space, the man uninclined to venture onto the power boat. Raven tended to remain at her mate's side. Alexis was off on some...date or something and the last he heard, and smelled, it seemed like Malia and Henry were getting cozy in his room. The rest of the pack was, simply put, otherwise preoccupied. He watched as Mira wandered closer towards the boat, those fiery eyes still held some hint of the lava that flowed between her veins, if though they had managed to still those fires for collecting ash on her skin.

Tetradore's head shook ever so slightly at the girl's inquiry, only to reach out to undo that knot that kept the boat attached to the cargo ship. "No, not tonight, I fear I have business elsewhere." He responded, grabbing the railing onto to step out onto the boat. He paused, considering turning that key in the ignition only for a small frown to trace his lips. A curious thought turned in his mind, prompting his emerald eyes to turn back towards those duffle bags behind him. "The fight tonight is supposed to be exciting, but, I suppose if your morals are....less than stellar, you're welcome to join me instead. I can always use an extra hand." That invitation would never be offered to Raven, the girl's moral compass was far too straight to be involved in the riskier activities that Tetradore involved himself in. Mira, on the other hand, hardly seemed bound by the same sense of 'rightness'. No, she was more....fluid....perhaps. "Either way, push the boat out a bit, will you?" He inquired, gesturing towards the back of it. It was her choice, one he hardly intended to force on her and yet, the invitation remained all the same.