A cornered animal was a dangerous thing to trifle with - it was a fact that Tetradore knew all too well. Instincts became heightened, adrenaline pumped through their systems, spurring them to lash out if only because they saw no other way. In a corner, it didn't matter who you were facing. It was life or death and they certainly had the tools to their disposal to win that war. He knew it was imperative to pull the girl from the confines of his ship, her feral state was enough that the human forms seemed to overwhelm the young woman. He could see it in her eyes, the frustration, the anger, the annoyance, the confusion and it was that which prompted him to rely far more heavily upon his otherworldly capabilities then he might usually have done so. She was a stranger in a strange world - one that had no concept of rules or authority. What she knew was restricted entirely to what a pure blood animal might. It was a facet that was his downfall. Although Tetradore had spent the majority of his life confined to his feline skin, very little of his world had actually consisted of any kind of pack mentality. It was perhaps within their DNA to be solitary and oh how secluded he had been. Integrating back into normal, human society had been a difficult feat for him because he was actually required to be around others. It was an facet he still very much struggled with.

Tetradore could tell that the canine had hardly seen much of his kind - perhaps not even of other were's in general. She seemed to hesitate at the sound of his voice echoing within the metal hull. The warning echoing quite clear within his still baritone vocal cords. The moment, however, was short lived before her crystalline blue gaze again started to dart for a means of escape, too affected by the presence of the congregation to take the one not far from her. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knew that his call would be enough to pull the attention of the crowd. They knew the sound of the agitated Alpha well enough to give halt but Tetradore paid them no heed. His attention was steady upon the female, knowing well that their battle was hardly over. He wasn't terribly surprised when she made an effort to go after his feet, causing the man to disappear into the darkness that too had become to personify him so. There was a vague hint of smugness upon the ebony panther's features when he found her gaze again, the confusion that laced there some how pleasing him that he had a leg up upon this battle, even despite the wounds that were still relatively fresh upon his hide. He was confident enough that in close quarters he would win such a battle - after all he out weighed the girl immensely. Still, he didn't know what powers rested hidden within her feral form and this uncertainty was enough to cause him to be cautious.

Never the less, the man made every effort to lead the girl from the confines of his ship, his vibrant green eyes glowing with a supernatural intensity as he projected emotions rather then thoughts onto her. He could feel her mentally fighting against his lure, steadfast and strong enough that it took all of the panther's concentration to keep his hold upon her. His hypnotic gaze was one he rarely used, by far hardly refined as perhaps some of his other capabilities. The effort he put out upon her was enough to cause a small sheen of sweat across his ebony hide and slowly, step by step, he guided the panicked coyote from the inside of boat and out into the cool fresh world beyond. Carefully, Tetradore worked his way around her, placing the boat at his back and the open world behind her. It took considerable care to not break eye contact with the motion, trusting on his instincts rather then breaking eye contact to look down and see where he was going. It was difficult but after some time he had managed to position her ever just so.

Only when he was certain he had provided them both with a suitable way out did the feline begin to slowly lower himself down, his legs bent ever so slightly. His tail was particularly close to his figure, the tip of it flicking ever so slightly in a gesture that showed his alert attentiveness. His gaze blinked, loosing that otherworldly glow as his jaws parted to offer only a low chirp of a meow. It was nothing more then a simple greeting, returning to those more basal instincts within his kind - weather or not she was capable of drawing meaning from his outward behavior was another question entirely but she was inquisitive enough to the ebony beast that he surprisingly found himself making the effort rather then turning his back upon her like he perhaps normally would.