Tetradore was, if nothing else, an observant Alpha. He paid careful attention to the members of his pack, doing his best to keep tabs on them without entirely invading his life. He accepted only those who truly wished to be apart of their "family". He dealt with the strong willed and was gentle with the submissive. He had known from the moment he had expressed an interest in the ebony tigress that if there was any one thing that would keep her from him, it was this. She was a loner by nature. She was resolute in all that she did, trusting in no one and depending entirely upon herself. They were traits he'd noticed, traits that had intrigued him and traits that no doubt kept her from the pack life that he lived. He could feel the tension beneath her ebony hide as he pressed his figure upon her, the periphery of his emerald gaze noting the fashion her ears swiveled upon her head. Tetradore would not force this upon her, not ever, it had to be her choice though he was insistent that it did indeed happen. Slowly he felt her give way to his weight, her body drifting to the ground as his cranium nudged at her shoulder, encouraging her to expose that very vulnerable jugular.

For a moment, Tetradore found himself releasing the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Things seemed to be going well and slowly he stepped over her, his head bending down towards her throat. It was in that moment she snapped at him, her teeth tightening around his own throat, her canines puncturing skin, drawing blood to the surface of his ebony fur as she held him steadfast. He stilled immediately though was hardly willing to yield himself to her. He was, at the end of it all, headstrong. Death was no stranger to him - he would have welcomed it with open arms fighting rather then submitting to any other soul. A low growl reverberated deep within his throat, a warning sound despite the exposed position he found himself in. His ears stood erect upon his head, his tail snapping from side to side in an agitated fashion. His mouth parted, his forehead wrinkling as Tetradore showed her his canines and yet, he made no immediate effort to attack her. It perhaps went against everything that his feline instincts yelled at him to do but he remained entirely placid. His body exuding an aura of dominant tranquility.

Her release of him was as abrupt as her initial attack, leaving the man almost suspicious of her sudden retreat. His ears flick at the sound of her whimper and immediately he answered it with another low, throaty growl. Tetradore could feel her tongue caressing the fur around her neck, over and over and slowly, his own posture began to shift into a more relaxed stance even if he dared not yet move. It wasn't until he heard the soft exhale of breath that the were-panther stepped closer towards the female. He could visibly see her form relax, her head no longer closely tucked to her neck. He leaned down once again, his emerald eyes shifting towards her head, almost as if he didn't trust her not to place him in such a position once again. His mouth parted as he took her throat within it, the very gesture the epitome of gentle. His teeth never once pierced her skin though his hold was firm and steadfast, ensuring she remained exactly in the position he had requested of her. His mouth stayed upon her throat far longer then ritual certainly required, his entire goal intending to ensure that she knew exactly where her place would be within his pack. He hardly wanted another incident like the last with Tobias. His cheek had taken two full weeks to heal entirely and he suspected that the puncture wounds that now decorated his neck would hardly be that less forgiving.

Slowly he released her, stepping back from her only for his paw to reach out and nudge the girl in an effort to encourage her to rise. Any further word he might have said to her, however, died with the sensation of a weight pressing against him. His emerald eyes were cast over his should, his striking gaze watching the peculiar colored lupine as she rubbed her body against him in a fashion that was far too familiar to his own species. He had hardly expected such a gesture, least of all from her. His head shook ever so slightly in response to her, "No. You did not do it wrong. You are mine now Raven, I should hope my scent cover every inch of you." To drive the point home, the male rubbed his head against her shoulder, fully intending to mark what had become his territory.