Tetradore had retreated, of late, into the very depths of the Ark. The once assured Monarch of the West had been largely absent in the matters of both his pack and his business and, for now, the world seemed content to merely pass him by. The Alpha went largely unbothered even by his closest of companions as he so isolated himself in the comfort of his own large bedroom. Although his fit physic had long since healed from the trials and tribulations that had assaulted him of late, there was a certain sort of desolation that clung to his very spirit, dragging the man into an ever-present sort of despondency at the cruel twists of fate. He was nestled within the welcoming embrace of a leather armchair beside the large Georgian windows that lined the wall of his bedroom. The curtains had been pulled aside, giving Tetradore a view of the now setting sun upon the horizon. Those warm oranges and yellows cast a brilliant glow of colors upon the choppy waters of the harbor and yet, Tetradore found himself all but abhorring the otherwise breathtaking view. A scowl crossed his features as the man pulled the large blanket further around barely dressed his fit figure as if he was capable of merely disappearing into the soft cotton. Those daylight hours had become a sort of refuge for him, the kind that he detested to see leave with the ever-encroaching night. Within an hour, the vampires of the city would be waking from their death like slumbers and that apprehension would once again beset his soul.

For now, however, Tetradore took comfort in the presence of the sun, dying though she was. The very last thing he anticipated was to have that tranquility ruined by a rather guttural sound. It seemed to echo within the harbor, bouncing off the walls in a reverberating fashion that prompted a frown upon his features. The man hardly moved, however, simply listening to the noise as it persisted with its mournful melody. It was peculiar, really, the more he considered those baleful notes and yet, Tetradore was altogether reluctant to move. An audible sigh left his lips before the man was coaxed from the comfort of his armchair, his blanket deposited within it as he moved towards the window, leaning against it to glance around his domain. His obscured view of the docks hardly provided the man with any answers and yet, he could hardly help that feeling that something was amiss. For a moment, he remained there in vague contemplation before that noise was suddenly cut off to utter silence. It would have been easy to simply nestle back within his seat and yet, the predator deep within him had already begun to pace with the innate knowledge of what the sound meant, even if his conscious mind hardly put together those pieces. Reluctantly, Tetradore made his way towards the dresser, the man pulling a shirt from the drawers, pulling it over his toned figure, only for a pair of jeans to settle upon his hips but moments later.

His bare feet prowled down the still hallways of the cargo ship. The Ark had become distinctly quiet since Tobias and Raven's absence, the couple having ventured overseas in celebration of their union. He maneuvered with ease down towards the main fighting ring, only to glance over the preparations for the evening to come. Though those evening hours had become a point of apprehension for the man, it was still his profitable time of the day. His emerald eyes swept towards the busy bar, their newest bartender was wiping down that darkly stained wood with a giggle on her lips as Jackal sat in front of her - quite clearly flirting with her. "Did you hear that....noise not too long ago?" Tetradore inquired, his voice alone was enough to garner the attention of his employees and the pack within the room. That small gesture towards the door of the Ark drew Tetradore's gaze, the man hardly paying any further attention to those heavily Spanish accented words Jackal offered him. He waved his assistant off, letting the man return to his flirtatious efforts while the Alpha himself investigated the origin of that sound, unnecessary though it likely was. He approached the gangplank only to see a large form upon the ground upon the docks of the Ark. For several moments, Tetradore simply stood upon the edge of that gangplank, staring almost blankly at the animal that simply laid there. How...unusual.

Tetradore's eyebrows frowned as he slowly moved down the gangplank, his bare feet almost silent against that worn, weathered wood. Slowly, Tetradore circled the blob only to note the large metal harpoon within the seal. "You're having a rough day, hm?" Tetradore inquired as he squatted in front of the seal, his emerald eyes simply sweeping over the harpoon and the gun still attached to it, some ways away. Slowly, his head shifted as he eyed the barb stuck within the seal, the man contemplating the best method for its removal. He had, admittedly, never before seen a seal upon the docks before, this one certainly out of place and yet, there was a nagging sensation that something about the lump of blubber. His head shook, easily pushing away the consideration before he continued, "Unfortunately, I don't have anything to help make pulling that thing out feel any better...but I'd like to take it out of you if you'll let me." Tetradore commented, then man purposefully informing the seal of his movements before he took them. After all, the last thing either of them needed was for the creature to panic. It would, undoubtedly, only make things worse. His emerald eyes turned towards her, searching for some glimpse of acceptance from the seal.