There was a soft sigh upon his lips as he stepped out of the car, his hand reaching up to rustle his dark locks in an effort to chase the snow from his hair. Slowly he made his way towards the wall, pressing the large red button that caused the mechanism in the far corner of the room to lurch, the sloped ramp slowly crawling upwards to close the door off from the cold outside he'd only just driven through. He stepped through the large set of steel double doors, letting them close with a heavy thud behind him as he was embraced by the warmth that he ensured ran rampant through out the Ark. A small breath of relief left Tetradore's lips as the man paused, leaning against the doors behind him, his eyelashes fluttering closed for a brief moment of reprieve. The darkness behind his closed lids hardly lingered long, however, before an entirely different sensation began to creep through his figure - the sensation of pain. Immediately, the man could tell it was not his, after all he had experienced enough at the hands of Risque to know what pain felt like. His eyes fluttered open, his hand reaching out for his wrist with a small frown crossing his masculine features. He remember what the weight of chains felt like. It had hardly been a year since he'd left that place behind - the memory was still far to fresh within his mind.

He shook his own reminiscing away, if only to replace it by the responsibilities he had brought upon himself by bringing more within his pack. There was little concern to who the nightmare belonged to. After all there were only two women within the Ark with such a traumatized past. It was Raven who had such telepathic communication capabilities and so it was she he first suspected. Although he knew his presence was hardly welcomed (a fact which bristled him to no end), he still intended to check up on the matter - if only to make sure Tobias was fulfilling his role of "boyfriend"....or whatever he was calling himself now. Slowly, Tetradore peeled his jacket off, followed by shirt, pants, shoes, undergarments and socks, all of which were carefully laid at the base of the door - a habit Nadya had begun to force upon him. The change to panther had always come easy for him, despite the slight sheen of sweat that covered his ebony hide. He shook off the wetness, his pads soft and silent against the metal floors, the clicking of his nails the only sound of his presence. He could feel the memories more readily now, always somehow mentally remaining outside of them, not letting them completely engulf him if only because it reminded him vastly too much of the world he'd only just left behind - of nightmares he was only just beginning to find himself free of.

It was with careful navigation that Tetradore found himself standing moments later on a catwalk, his gait having paused entirely with a glimpse of surprise across his feline features. He hadn't expected to find the ebony tiger, curled up in a ventilation shaft all on her own. He watched the way her body twitched for several moments, simply sitting there, observing, feeling the press of her mind against his, her dreams flooding through the bizarre connection he had established with his pack. After several still moments, the were panther tentatively trod forwards, his muscular form slowly lowering at her side, his warm hide pressing against hers. When she didn't still, however, Tetradore found himself reaching out towards her with her power, letting his ability manipulate the fear that clung to her. He could take it away, lessen it, it might not make her dreams come to an end but he may at least be able to affect her reaction to them. His head slowly rested against his paws, a yawn crept across his maw as the were panther got comfortable, fully prepared to spend the entire night nestled into the dark corner of the Ark.