If there is anything to be said of Tetradore, it is that he was always perceptive. Such skills were honed from the many years he had remained confined to his feline form, stuck watching the world that went on around him with no one to converse with but himself - and his vampire mistress when she so longed for a more intimate touch. His vibrant emerald gaze watched the apprehension that laced every taunt muscle of the canine. She was quite clearly considering her means for escape - or perhaps judging the outcome should she roll the dice and engage with the ebony panther. One-on-one, Tetradore had always particularly excelled, his capabilities only furthered by the ring he ran behind him. It wasn't terribly peculiar for him to step within those roped confines, nor was he any stranger to winning. It was a necessity perhaps, thanks to his assertive position within these parts of the city. His pointed ears flicked only slightly at the low growl that reverberated in the back of her vocal cords but he remained all together still and apathetic to her presence. Despite her nearly feral behavior, Tetradore was entirely certain that she was, in fact, a were. Though how long it had been since she had seen her mortal form remained to be seen. Never the less, Tetradore risked the chance, his mind reaching out to touch hers.

The male watched in an almost inquisitive fashion as the girl reacted so peculiarly to his efforts. He noted the way she shrank against the wall, her crystalline blue eyes dilating in fashion that screamed fear. He could quite literally feel the aura that radiated around her, thanks entirely to his dominion over the element. It was reaching out to him, begging him to merely touch it, toy with it, utilize it, and yet, he remained passive. His distraction was halted quite immediately by the girl's continued growl, drawing his attention and for a moment he blinked simply, refocusing upon the coyote in front of him. Her ivory canines were flashing in the bright lights that hung above them, flooding the space with it's florescent stare. She shook her head in an almost dizzying fashion - enough so that Tetradore knew it was perhaps best to stick with the more animalistic means of communication, at least for now. His mind receded from hers perhaps as effortlessly as it had come into existence, taking the hint from the fashion that she seemed to paw at her cranium in some measure to rid his presence from her sanctuary of thoughts. Never the less, Tetradore found himself entirely appreciating that moment of clarity, the moment when she realized what had truly occurred, her glowing gaze locking with his in a perilous second of certainty.

Her snarled forewarning was almost lost in the deafening roar of the crowd that surrounded him as the leopard delivered the finishing blow to the horned goat. It was just enough to catch him off guard, sending the feline leaping backwards as the girl lunched towards where he had only moment's ago been sitting. She had, at the very least, succeeded in placing her self directly in his face, the gesture alone finally coaxing a reaction out of the otherwise despondent feline. His fur rose on the end, his tail whipping as his jaws parted to release that jungle cat roar. The sound alone was enough to cause the crowd behind him to pause and turn, the weight of the congregation's gaze fully settled upon the pair. Tetradore, however, kept his attention fully upon the young woman, his body lowered ever so slightly, ready to move with grace out of the woman's grasp. She lunged, only this time he had less time to react then before, the wounds he had received from Frost and, days later, the bolt of a Dark Hunter's crossbow had taken it's tole upon the otherwise adept panther. Instead, he relied solely upon upon his power of teleportation to get him out of harm's way, determined not to allow himself to be placed in such an outwardly submissive position.

In a matter of seconds, the feline had moved from his place in front of her to the darkness right outside of the large cargo ship's open door - cutting off her only means of escape. His gaze, however, remains entirely steadfast upon the coyote's figure, the vibrant emerald slowly beginning to take on an otherworldly glow. It was Tetradore's responsibility to ensure that the cargo ship retained some resemblance of order, even amongst the organized chaos. It was his duty to keep everyone in line - to ensure that boundaries and rules were respected. It was a line the female in front of him was tentatively dancing upon. Cornering her, he knew, would only cause her to lash out and quite frankly he didn't want the weres within the ships' hull to shift in reaction to her perceived threat. Instead, he had decided it was best to lead the girl from his home, hoping that she would retain some sort of eye contact with him to allow his hypnotic gaze to take hold. It took a measurable amount of effort to protect those sense of peace and placidity towards her, to try to get her to sooth her angry and frightened soul. Weather or not it worked, however, was another matter entirely. Perhaps though, he might find himself able to lead her back into the comfort of her shadows and maybe then, Tetradore would be able to further inspect the girl's decided savageness.