It wasn't often that Tetradore left his domain within the Westside. The Ark was where he belonged, it was where his pack had made it's home despite all odds. Taking the establishment from it's previous owner had hardly been an easy task and the transition afterwards certainly hadn't been smooth. Regardless, somehow, Tetradore had made it work and like any new found Alpha, he had doted over his newest toy with a keen eye and relentless patience. Today, however, he left the cargo ship behind him, venturing into the city of only to fetch some sort of peace offering for his sister. He'd been attempting to work through the conflict with her though weather or not he was actually making any progress was another matter entirely. His sports car slowed in front of the large floating ship as he wrestled a box from his trunk. There was the smallest glimpse of a simper upon his masculine features as he made his way through a carefully hidden side door, a small nodd given towards the man that guarded it. Jackal had hardly been his friend upon first meeting - or the night in which he had ventured into the depths of the ship to destrony the monarchy that ruled over it. It had taken quite the convincing to coerce the man to say but he was pleased that Tobias and himself had somehow managed to do so.

He stepped into the hull of the ship, pausing ever so slightly as a smell pulled at his senses. It was a scent that didn't belong - one that his human sesnes could only catch the smallest glimpse of. Tetradore's eyebrowns furrowed ever so slightly, his emerald gaze scanning the scarce area in front of him for anyone that didn't belong. No one immediately caught his eye, the faces surrounding him preparing for the following night's festivities were normal. In fact, he was quite pleased to say he could now put a name to each of them. He shook his head ever so slightly, pushing the thought back to some deeper part of him as he trudged onwards and up the stairs with Nadya's present still nestled under his arm. He headed up the stairs, his fingertips reaching out to momentarily brush against the throne as he passed it in an affectionate gesture before disappearing into the depths of the ship.

He made his way easily towards his room, pausing once again in front of his large double doors. Tetradore was quite certain that he hadn't left his room open. In fact, he was equally as certain that his staff and to a lesser degree his pack, were entirely afraid to venture into the room if he was not present. They respected his privacy if only because he had demanded it of them. Despite the oddity, he was quick to reason it away if only because he had no reason to suspect anything was at all amiss. Tetradore stepped into his room, carefully leaning the large box against the wall in the corner before reaching up to unzip his leather jacket and pull it from his skin. His room was warm despite the winter that waged on outside of his walls. Slowly, Tetradore made his way towards his bed, intending to deposit it upon the meticulously made sheets only to discover a metaphorical Goldie Locks in his bed.

For a moment he simply stood at the foot of his bed, staring at her as if he was somehow unable to comprehend her existence between his sheets. "Oy." He called out, purposefully ensuring his baritone voice was rather loud. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" She wasn't one of his and Tetradore was fairly certain that he had never seen her within the Ark, atleast not lately. His emerald gaze narrowed slightly when he didn't get an immediate reaction. Slowly he moved around his bed, his gaze reamining steadfast upon her as he reached out to nudge quite firmly at the girl's shoulder with his finger.