There was a comforting coolness to the black asphalt beneath him, it steady embrace almost challenging to move from as his chest rose and fell in a near labored breath. That blissful freedom was quite near forced upon him, when Tetradore had little desire to leave the corpse of his childhood companion. He had considered simply remaining upon the concrete, he contemplated simply waiting for life to take the last of those shuttered breaths and, perhaps he would have, if not for the feeling of responsibility that still clung to him. Raven. It would kill her if Tobias simply...never came home. He could hardly allow Raven to believe her fiance had simply chosen to leave her, to taint the very love he knew Tobias had for her, even if she would undoubtedly hate him for what he had done. He deserved it, all of it. He'd made a mistake....and they all had paid dearly for it. Sluggishly, Tetradore rolled ever so slightly to the side, wincing painfully at the slightest pressure of his ribs against the floor. He pulled his feet beneath him, pushing himself upright, though his balance was spotty at best. His body's naturally accelerated healing had all but given up in the wake of the sheer stress and exhaustion he'd been put through - the man managing no more than to ensure those self-inflicted wounds had ceased their bleeding, though even their clotting was tentative at best - the sheer depths his claws had so raked against his own flesh leaving deep gashes in his wake.

He tightly hugged the metal cargo containers as he maneuvered slowly through the towering labyrinth of the West. Tetradore's shoulder pressed heavily against them, utilizing them to keep him upright when he desired little more than to merely lay down and sleep. The sheer thought of it prompted the memory of Tobias' dull, lifeless eyes - staring back at him in the same way he'd so stared at them for the greater part of the evening. He shuddered, trying to push away the memory though it was enough to see his stomach churn all over again. For a moment, Tetradore paused, the panther merely trying to ease the sharp stabbing pain that had begun to worsen within his chest at his own exertion. His gaze fluttered closed for a long moment before Tetradore pushed himself off of the crate he leaned upon, sluggishly meandering the rest of the way towards the large, quiet floating cargo ship. It had hardly passed Tetradore's notice that merely days prior, the Alpha had made this exact same treck, his condition hardly any better and yet, this time, he was sure, would be the last time he returned to the Ark. With Tobias gone - there was no longer any point to the ship, much less the pack that occupied it. All of it had been in some vain effort to provide a home for the boy and his sister and now....he had lost them both.

The Ark was silent, the main floors all but empty now that business hours were over. The inhabitants of the boat were undoubtedly tucked away within their beds - ignoring of the fallen King's return. Even so, he made every effort to be quiet as he maneuvered up the steep staircase to the pack's quarters. Each and every step sent a lancing agony through his shoulder, the panther all but breathless by the time he reached the top and yet, he was far too injured to notice that which should have been alarming. The panther crept quietly down the hallway, his shoulder lightly pressing against those double doors of his own bedroom, slipping inside only to close them yet again behind him. Slowly, Tetradore made his way towards the bathroom, hardly bothering to close the door behind his feline form. It was a silly notion, he was sure, and yet he had little desire to leave his stomach filled with the bits and pieces of Tobias' heart. Still, it left the daunting task of shifting. The very idea of it was enough to make him shrink from the task and yet, if he intended to face Raven, it was....cruel to do so caked in Tobias' blood. Deeply he inhaled, whincing at the pain that came from the simple action before he encouraged his body to undergo that transformation - his ebony fur near rippled, those muscles and appendages snapping and contorting and God how it hurt.

Sweat coated his caramel flesh as he remained upon his hands and knees, gasping for air. His fingers slowly curled into fists, his hands up to his forearms stained in a deep crimson red. The mere sight of it - of his tinted skin seemed to break the very last piece of strength that the Alpha had been relying upon, those once vibrant emerald eyes turning glassy before that gasped sob he tried to hold back left his lips. Slowly, his head leaned forward to press against the tile floor, those tears trailing down his cheeks. Tetradore sluggishly eased himself onto the cold tile, tucking his bitten arm under him before the Were-King curled in on himself - those black and blue ribs all but protesting at the very action, though there was little that eased their pain, not anymore. Each sob that so wracked his frame brought with it that sharp reminder of their fracture and yet, it was those coughs that accompanied it that hurt far worse, the blood upon his lips hardly contemplated beyond the manner he reached his tattered arm up just enough to wipe it away - not that it mattered. Tobias own blood, after all, coated his figure - his torso and cheeks even marred with that dark hue as it remained encrusted upon his unusually pale skin. His back was towards the door, revealing those perfect spherical burns that marred his spine from Risque's heels. His gaze, however, was little more than blurry as he wept, the man hardly attentive at all to the surroundings of the bathroom or his overwhelming desire to empty the contents of his stomach. It didn't matter anymore if anyone had heard him return home. Nothing mattered but the grief that so eclipsed him, leaving all but a shattered man in the wake of what had once been a resiliant King.