The were panther could not rightly say he was ready to see his sister again. In truth he had made ever effort to avoid her almost as much as Tobias himself. The only difference was that the leopard was unwilling to let the panther simply go, having taken to an almost annoying persistence in his efforts to remain at Tetradore's side. His emerald eyes only briefly shifted to the young female as she entered the room, drifting in a lackadaisical fashion to the spotted feline as he haphazardly fell against the fuzzy rug that adorned the floor. In truth, Tetradore hadn't yet found the time to remove the room from the unnecessary ostentatiousness, instead spending half of the time of his isolation going though the niches and crannies whilst the other half was wasted upon his idle brooding of the peculiar situation he had found himself in. It was surprisingly difficult for the man to cope with the relationship he had uncovered between the two - if only because he had trusted them both in a fashion he hadn't quite realized until he could do so no longer. He shook his head, rolling his eyes ever so slightly as he leaned back within his chair, "If you bothered to ask for me instead of barging in as if you owned the place, maybe they wouldn't have tried to stop you." He pointed out with a grumble to his baritone lyrics. It was true that he hadn't bothered to introduce them to her, although really it wasn't as if she had given him the chance to do so either before commanding complete allegiance from them.

His gaze shifted as she spoke again, his fingertips rubbing against the edge of the table as his intense gaze stared at the marbling within the wood's natural grain. It wasn't as if he enjoying leaving his sister behind, in fact it was quite the contrary. For years he had thought her dead to Risque's depraved antics. For years she was just another soul that the vampire had taken from him. To find her alive had quite literally changed his world - he forced himself into compliancy to a point, half of the time merely attempting to keep Risque's interest lest she venture out to find his sibling. The other half of the time he was taking the fall for Tobias' continued escape willingly with the simple knowledge that someone was looking out for her in a way that he could not. It was all things he never once mentioned to his sister, the torment he had experienced under his vampire mistress' thumb. She already thought him nothing more then a pet as it was. His lips remained pressed together, bearing the brunt of her frustration in stoic silence.

Whatever guilt Tetradore felt, whatever weakness her words attempted to prey upon were almost immediately shattered by her voice. Her determination to pin their pack's downfall upon him grate on him in a fashion that he found himself entirely unable to suppress. "Perhaps you should have considered that before deciding to keep it a secret from me." He replied in a soft disgruntled tone, his gaze falling hard upon her. The fact that they had slept together was only one piece of the betrayal, the fact that she had quite purposefully told Tobias to keep it from him was something that he found even harder to forgive. Despite this, despite that he could have just of easily focused upon the his sibling's fault in the matter between them, Tetradore attempted to deviate the conversation, "As for the wolf, she was practically coated in both of your scents. It seems as if she is another matter you two came together on." Fractured was hardly a word he would have used to describe his efforts to involve the she-wolf within their pack. It was a decision he had made only because of them. "If you had decided to share with me your little secret I might have felt so inclined to inform you of my decision to invite her, or are secrets are how we go about keeping packs whole." There was a soft hiss to his voice, one that he had tried to subdue with particularly little success.