There was a certain sort of callousness that existed with such steadfastness within the ebony beast. He might have tried to hide it, the monstrosity he had so been trained to become, but it was there, beneath the surface, waiting to be called upon at the briefest whim. The ivory haired fellow's eloquent monologue failed to evoke any great fervor within his beating chest, his figure still prowling, his emerald eyes still diligently searching for any brief display of susceptibility. He had effectively managed to entirely tune-out that ceaseless goading - that is, until one name fell harshly from the man's bitter lips. Nadya. Tetradore paused, his gaze momentarily narrowing in but fleeting display of displeasure. It was clear to him that this 'Frost' had spent time with her, confirming his already existing suspicions. Her dissatisfaction within his operation of the pack was widely known, much less her aversion for the members that made up it. Still, Tetradore had never contemplated the possibility she'd engross herself with an opposing Alpha. His agitation at her name dissipated abruptly, Frost's idle threat falling upon deaf ears. His pads continued their steady stride, unwavering as his companion's dubbing too echoed in his advisory's gruff voice. Tobias had long sense proved his capability to care for himself - in perhaps every aspect of life.

Tetradore was hardly concerned of neither the fellow's innocuous lyrics or the piece of metal that he propelled towards the feline's head. His disappearance was swift, his goal was true and in but seconds the creature settled with a nearly imperceptible cluster of umbrage behind his foe. He had anticipated, in some regard, the arrival of the man's bestial form. It was inevitable, his mortal form was fragile in comparison, guaranteeing him the certitude of defeat. Tetradore's claws dug into flesh, slicing skin and tendon as he was given but concise moment to survey the creature his antagonist had become. What he was acutely aware of, however, was the solidity of hooves poised for his cranium, giving the man just enough time for him to pivot before his feet collided solidly into his side. Agony laced through his muscles as his figure was shoved with the momentum of the blow, capitulating him through the air. His paws extended, claws flailing as Tetradore was met with the solidity of Frost's spine. He grasped for purchase, entirely aware that those precarious seconds would decide everything.

The beast's precipitous lunge forward caught the creature off guard, unsettling his efforts for purchase. He used his hind paws to propel himself off of Frost's back, hoping it alone would assist him in gaining the momentum necessary to clear himself of the equestrian's reach. The cement met him with ease, the feline landing in the a fashion that was so stereotypical of his greater genus. His emerald eyes stared at monumental figure of the equine and yet the difference in their heights hardly daunted the jungle cat. Instead, his gaze narrowed. He entirely ignored the ache within his ribs, instead prowling forward with a dangerous fashion. He was aware of the incalescence that radiated from his opponent's ivory form, he could hear the hiss of condensation that surrounded him and yet Tetradore was not dissuaded. In fact, the fearless panther paused only by the unanticipated presence of a thin feminine form. He recognized the physical features of Alexis immediately, his advance halted momentarily. Tetradore had decided to spare her life only on the contingency that her chosen master left the confines of what Tetradore claimed as his own. The progression of this brawl rested entirely within the decision of the ivory creature. Would he take Alexis and admit defeat or would Tetradore had to beat such submission into him?