It was closing time at the Ark and the animals were not keen on leaving. Tonight had been particularly chaotic, more so than usual and while this had naturally led to more fights, higher alcohol sales and a solid dinner service, it also resulted in unruly customers. This, in turn, left the Western Alpha in a particularly precarious position. His presence had been quite near required on the floor tonight to encourage their customers departure when all he wanted was to be upstairs curled up in his bed. His emerald eyes narrowed as he watched the amber liquid in the glass before him slowly decrease, too slowly, as far as Tetradore was concerned. The man that sad in front of him eyed him with some level of weariness. It was tempting, at the very least,to reach out with his affinity and further amplify the healthy level of fear the man should have of him. The patron had all but demanded to finish his beverage before the cargo ship closed. Tetradore had hoped his suffocatingly close presence might be enough to pressure him to finish faster. It was working....sort of. At the very least, the drink was being drank instead of just sitting there on the table dripping in condensation. It was the little victories.

"Alright, you finished, get up now." He muttered gruffly, reaching for the fellow's arm. He was hardly surprised when the man pulled away from him, mumbling as he went and yet, he was up. This, clearly, was all that mattered to Tetradore. A soft sigh left his lips as he trudged through the central hull of the Ark, trailing behind the fellow to ensure the man actually left rather then sitting down at another table to steal someone else's leftover beverage. The floor was sticky under his shoes, an equally large amount of booze had been spilled in all the jostling and shouting and rooting earlier in the evening, still business had been good, he supposed. As long as he wasn't the one cleaning the place up again. Tetradore followed his patron out onto the dock, briefly wishing the man a good evening before his vibrant emerald eyes fell to two other familiar faces. It was clear by the stumbling in their gait and the slur of their speech that they were drunk. He could tell even from his own position and yet, he hardly saw any reason to intervene in their quickly heated discussion, not yet. They were not his responsibility once they left his ship. It certainly wouldn't matter to the police or the hunters if the world held one....or two less of their kind.

He had hardly expected the young woman whom sudden showed up both in his territory and just outside of his own business. A small frown crossed his features as he eyed her. She, he was certain, was not generally from around these parts. Or, at least, he had never seen her before. It was her presence alone that prompted Tetradore to step forward, only to pause in his footsteps when those angry men paused suddenly beneath her touch. A singular eyebrow rose as one of the men stumbled away, clearly in agreement with whatever words she had uttered to him. How....useful that was. His approval of her ability to defuse that situation, however, was relatively short lived when the fellow that remained so abruptly reached out, his hand collided solidly with her cheeks, sending her to the floor. Another grumble left Tetradore's lips as he once again moved to close the distance between them and yet, his patron seemed inclined to ignore the upper hand he held, instead leaving just as suddenly as the first. How...interesting. "Hey, you okay?" The were-king inquired as he stepped over the fallen woman, reaching down to offer her his hand. "That's an interesting gift you have there. You were a touch too slow on Leroy though." As if she hadn't already realized that one herself, given how he'd hit her. Poor thing, her cheek looked rather red. That was going to be ugly in the morning.

Really, Tetradore couldn't help but to feel some level of pity on her. She had been trying to help after all, even if it was stupidly so. Not to mention she was kind of a pretty girl - in the whole girl next door type. Maybe his bed could wait just a little bit longer. "Why don't you come with me and we can get so ice on that, see if we can make it not look so bad." He offered, with almost more chivalry than the man usually offered to any soul. Really, he had a soft spot for hurt individuals out of their league. It was a habit, thanks to his own checkered past.