Once upon a time, decades ago, Tetradore had relished in festivities of Halloween - from the dressing up to going door to door in a vain attempt to pilfer more candy then the peculiar boy he'd taken as his best friend to the decorations that had filled the little grove of his childhood home. Now, however, Halloween lacked that childish thrill for the adult man. It had become tainted, sullied even, by the life he had led within the depths of the dance club. His vampiric mistress had always taken her ruthlessness to a far more barbaric level when the moon hung high on All Hallow's Eve. Tonight, he was certain, would hardly go smoothly, split between the revelry at the Ark, the pressing demands of Risque, and that invitation to the Tavern that sat upon his desk within his office. A soft breath left Tetradore's lips, his fingers so lightly massaged his temples as he struggled to find some balance within all that was demanded of him. Jackal stood in front of him, listing off all that still had to be done before those few hours in which the Ark officially opened its doors. The fake cobbed webs still needed to be hung, the lights still had to be changed to those orange bulbs, the pumpkins still needed to be put out and the fake bats still needed to be strung from the rafters. He almost found himself irritated that Tobias had monopolized his fiance the most of the day for their costumes when Tetradore could have used her.

In those moments, burdened with his own stress, Tetradore was oblivious to the golden-haired fae that peeked around the corner. Her petite figure moved with an elegant grace as she bounded down the hallway, her arms thrown around his waist. That glimpse of bewilderment upon the man's features was surely blatant as his vividly striking emerald eyes turned down to her girlish figure. Tetradore's eyebrows rose ever so slightly as she so abruptly stepped away from him, her arms outstretched as she twirled in a balletic circle to show off the costume that donned her frame. The creamy grey leotard and matching tulle skirt were dotted with ebony spots, the tail attached to the hem of her skirt surely gave away the creature she had dressed as, combined with the pointed ears upon her head. The effort the girl had put in to be one of them was certainly not missed upon the Alpha. A small simper crossed his handsome features before he nodded. "So you are." He conceded, hardly the soul to dash the young girl's dreams when he knew she had no true family of her own. After all, the Ark had become the home to wayward souls like her - people who had nowhere else to go. "You're a lovely snow leopard, Maeve." Tetradore reassured her as she reached for his hand.

The Were-King allowed the lithe girl to intertwine her slender fingers into his far larger hand, only to reach for her fluffy tail in some effort to display it too to him. Tetradore's head bobbed at her inquiry, that small grin reserved for the naive child alone. "I do, very much." His baritone voice answered promptly as her lavender gaze turned to the empty hallway, beyond Jackal himself. "I believe most of them at upstairs in their bedrooms getting ready themselves," Tetradore informed her, the man hardly had time to fret over his own costume and yet, he saw little reason to not shoulder all that still had to be tended to if it resulted in his pack having one singular night in which they might enjoy themselves. "They should be down soon but you can always go check on them if you want, just make sure to knock, okay?" At the very least, he saw no reason to now allow the girl to venture further into the Ark, even if he was oblivious of exactly how many of his members she had befriended in her own time. Perhaps Maeve's presence might prompt his pack to hurry their own dressing. He could be hopeful, couldn't he?