Freedom was an entirely new concept to the were-panther, despite the childhood that had become nothing more then some nearly forgotten past. For far too long Tetradore had existed in some fashion of captivity, his youthful and impressionable persona shaped and molded till the young adventurous boy had transformed into a dangerously somber man. It had taken him a while to get used to the notion that he was finally free of the vampire witch that had haunted him for so long. For the first few days Tetradore had existed in some state of constant paranoia - waiting for the woman and her slaves to stumble upon him and drag him back to whatever hell hoe they had come from. Eventually, however, that unease had passed and with it came a profound new sense of doldrums that, quite frankly, Tetradore didn't know how to cope with. Life with Risque had rarely been without a dull moment and now that she was gone - so too was the action, the excitement, the adrenaline, the nightmares and the horrors. It made the man restless, enough so that he finally departed from the apartment of the young vampire whose residence his pack had taken over.
For a while he had wandered, simply taking in the sights of the city he was so often denied. The pleasures he yearned for, however, were not easily come by, despite his longing stare of the pies in the window of the bakery on the corner of the street in the east side. Everything came with a price, one which Risque's limitlessly supply of income no longer paid for. His last present from Tobias was still stashed within the auburn haired girl's apartment, the dollars stored for a rainy day that Tetradore knew would be coming and yet, a part of the man felt rather materialistic desire for more. If he was going to provide for his makeshift family, something was going to have to be done. Truth be told, his animalistic side couldn't help but to agree. For their pack to live strong, their territory would need to expand. It was a notion that he'd been toying with for quite sometime, one that eventually led the fellow down towards the dilapidated western warehouses. Here the scent of Tobias still lingered strongly, here he could feel the boy near. For a while he'd simply meandered, getting familiar with the conquest that his companion had already won and yet, even it was not truly the prize that Tetradore desired.
It took him a bit longer then he cared to admit to find the floating barge again, his memory of the trek to it was dependent upon the evening sights and smells. Now, in the dusk hours, everything looked slightly different, the colors more vibrant, the breeze warmer, the smell saltier. He merely stood in front of it, watching the decks as the nightlife began to stir around him. He knew that Tobias would find him. He knew his friend would pick up his scent and come investigate - all he had to do was wait and bind his time. It was only at Tobias' eventual approach that Tetradore finally stirred, his emerald gaze still settled upon the boat as he spoke with a surprising amount of placidity. "Tonight....that boat will be ours." His head turned, his attention falling upon Tobias with complete and utter trust that even in the face of what was surely one of his most perilous plots, Tobias would no doubt be at his side until their mission had been carried out.