Reopening the Ark had been quite the grand affair - even if it had taken it's fair share of effort to regain the usually boisterous crowds that had once nightly lined the floors of the illegal fight club. It wasn't as if they could merely place a reopening banner across the side of the hull, with the very nature of his business being so...'illicit', widely known though it was. Still, with some carefully placed whispers started with his contacts in the Black Market, and the Were-King's presence once again noted in the Westside, those crowds had again flocked to the sleek super yacht that now stood in the place of the once towering, dilapidated cargo ship. Many had come from sheer curiosity - inquisitive to see the inside of a boat far more glamorous than their lives would ever be. Others came for some wishful hope that the sinking of the Ark was somehow signifying the dwindling strength of the Nightshade pack, forcing Tetradore to once again reassert his position as Alpha within the newly crafted ring. It was for precisely that reason that he stood in the front beside the elevated fight ring - his arms crossed over his chest as he watched a black bear take on the rather large bison that stood across the ring, pawing at the ground beneath him with clear intention to charge. Tetradore could hear the crowd behind him, screaming at a fever pitch in an effort to encourage both creatures on.

How...strange...it felt to finally be back within some resemblance of home after being displaced for all these months. Though the pack had returned to the newly established Ark, Tetradore himself still found himself...surprised, some mornings when he awoke to the sleek open concept of his new bedroom suite. The Alpha was pulled from his thoughts as a familiar presence shifted closely to his side. His eyebrow rose almost questioningly as Jackal leaned closer to be heard over the crowd that surrounded Tetradore. "Samantha is here to see you, she's outside waiting for you." Quickly, his brows shifted to furrow as he glanced back at the man beside him. "Samantha?" Tetradore inquired with notable disbelief. Jackal nodded firmly and slowly the emerald hue of Tetradore's gaze shifted back towards the fight in front of him. How...unexpected Samantha's presence was. Although he was aware of her presence back within Sacrosanct, the two had not exactly been...as close as they once were, not after his 'death' and her departure from the metropolis. Why did she come to the Ark now? A soft breath left his lips as Tetradore pulled his gaze from the fights, only to move with relative ease through the crowd that tended to part for the Alpha.

His features smoothed to that look of eternal apathy as Tetradore stepped out of the large ship and onto the wooden plank. The intense vibrancy of his gaze so quickly found Samantha as she clutched onto the railing in a disheveled mess. Silently, Tetradore took in her appearance, noting her messy strawberry blonde locks, the sweat that coated her smooth skin and, most pronounced of all, how very, very pregnant she was. That...at least...explained a lot of things. Samantha had clearly moved on, and....quickly. Though such was quite the running theme for every woman he ever thought he had loved. They always seemed to find their 'one' after him - to settle down with marriage and a family. It was...petty of him, to feel upset by such a realization, though that emotion was one Tetradore was quick to shut down entirely. After all, it was better for them to not be involved with him at all. Hopefully Mira didn't too follow this same pattern. How easy it would be to dwell upon those considerations, though now was hardly the time and purposefully Tetradore drew his attention away from those internal thoughts that rippled quietly beneath that facade of indifference. "Samantha, what are you doing here?" Her inquired, though his baritone voice was firm in his demand for an answer, there was still a hint of quietness within his depths. It had clearly taken its toll upon the girl to come here, of all places, and frankly Tetradore couldn't fathom what had provoked such a journey for her in the first place.