It was supposed to be a simple reconnaissance trip; enter, gather intel, and retreat. Straightforward in theory, though apparently not in application as she was finding out. The sound which had drawn her attention, not one roar now she realized but two voices joining together, reverberated around the arena as she stepped from her shadows. Between the legs and bodies of others pressed so close to another she can just make out the shifting shapes below, ears, a tail, two distinctly feline shapes though she could not get a clear look at them. It took her only a few seconds to realize what she'd done by allowing herself to be distracted, exposing herself to the hundreds of eyes that filled the Ark and already she was beginning to try and extract herself, draw herself back into the darkness when the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Someone was watching her. It was a struggle to keep her appearance calm, it would not do to have make a scene in a foreign place and she had no interest in exposing herself like that just yet.

With great concentration on looking nonchalant she backed up from the railing, blue eyes beginning to search the area to see just who's attention she had garnered when a voice, feminine and rough rang out in her head causing her tail to flick in a mixture of surprise and agitation. With the voice came the approach she had been waiting for, her wide head turning slowly to find a wolf, lean and dark watching her intently. Her face was mangled, long scars running over one eye in a way that almost elicited her sympathy were it not for her posture and the warning in her words. In all honesty she had figured this area would be off limits, all the best places usually were and it was her own damn fault for getting caught, but she had no intention of admitting any of that. Life was a game, one that over time she had become rather skilled at playing and despite the predator in her straining to respond with posturing of her own the thief knew that she could catch more flies with honey rather than vinegar.

She plastered a placid look on her features, head lowered just enough to not spark any controversy yet not label herself as weak either as her long tail waved languidly behind her. "Sorry, I didn't mean..." she began, her southern accent perhaps turned up a bit to enhance the appearance of charm and naivety when the large form of another leopard appeared seemingly from nowhere, perched on the railing like a bird. With the grace and ease of their species he approached them showing familiarity to the wolf which could only mean they were companions or friends of some kind, two against one it would seem. His posture was even more dominant than hers, so a pack then though no way to tell how big exactly. Frost's information had mentioned that a local pack ran the Ark and it seemed she was meeting them now.

Once again she stills, better to remain calm around other predators lest the wrong move have you seen as prey but her brilliantly blue eyes watch him carefully, cautiously as he hovers above her. She tenses as he reaches out with a paw, hanging it over her head like a guillotine, every fiber of her being preparing for what she would do when he finally attacked. He is lightning fast when he finally moves it, his large paw landing square on her head before it's removed just as fast. A low growl rumbled in her throat before she can cut it off, no harm being done despite the smear of red on her white pelt that marked where he had batted her... playfully? Her gaze flicks back to the wolf trying to make heads or tails of what was going on here until he speaks. Her eyes narrow at his broken words, threatening to throw her into the waters below so casually that she could not even respond properly. What does catch her attention is the glint of light off a silver talisman that hung from his neck, carved in the shape of a wolf that kicked her heartbeat up a notch. She just barely caught his mention of playing in the ring below, which judging by the blood still staining his spotted pelt she was not inclined to do at the current time.

A twitch ran under her thick white fur, dark spots rippling as she searched for the appropriate response only to be cut off once more, it was getting more and more crowded here she thought as her long tail flicked with full agitation this time. Her large head turned, the rest of her body remaining motionless as she watches another feline approach, this one dark as night with golden eyes though at least she seemed comfortable, if not dismissive, of the 'playful' leopard and the wolf. Her large form shifted as she pressed in closer, each of these three seeming set of making her as uncomfortable as possible, but at least they were not treating her as a threat. She was safe enough, for now as they surround her like sharks and believe it or not her particular skill set had gotten her out from stickier situations. "My name is Grace,", the lie rolled off her tongue fluidly, better that no one know who she really was as her crystalline gaze swept around the group evenly, though she longed to focused on the pendant hanging from 'Tobi's neck. This group was somehow the key to her payday and she would get as much information as possible while she had the chance. "I'm new to the area, and I'd heard someone talking about the famous Ark... I just wanted to see for myself and it was crowded." She rolled her wide shoulders as if that explanation should make sense to anyone.