In the moments that follow his unintentional swim the boy is hardly given to care about the blood he draws from her, claws slashing painfully at her face and cheek as he hisses and spits, stalking away in an effort to remove the water from himself, turning briefly to his injured chest and shoulder, tongue brushing across the wound in an effort to accelerate the healing as the girl pulls herself from the water mere moments later after having suffered his drowning. He hardly has any intention of killing her, she is pack after all, despite what she seems content to deny and as such he will forever watch over her, even if only from a distance and yet such a brawl has been a long time coming, storm brewing with each push and shove and glare, both refusing to bow down to the other- perhaps a result of their similarity in age and desire, both raised to some extent- to believe they are above others. Perhaps he has not been raised as Nadya had, perhaps even now he is forced beneath a vampire woman and yet within his own world he is the dominant force, has lived for so long as a loner and as such is willing to recognise only one leader- a leader of his choosing and not the baby girl whose lollipop he had stolen as a child, whose hair he'd pulled and toys he'd stolen for himself when tetra had learned to hide his own far too well. She had been beneath him then, he is sure and in his mind little has changed. He will not relinquish that right he seems to feel is his own. She is a girl, her use remains elusive to him, she is tolerable because she is their possession and little else, something to be protected- but not served.

Her approach sees him hiss once more, pupils dilated in a cat-like fashion as those large canines are exposed in a clear and obvious threat, his patience for the woman running dangerously short. He has drawn blood from her already and intends entirely to do so again if she continues to press against him. He is larger then she, stronger, of that he is sure, more powerful by nature of his advanced abilities alone, his jaws utterly incomparable in strength, his ability ti hunt, pursue and dodge allowing him another advantage that flares so readily into life once more. It is a perk perhaps, of his unique hunting ability, the more well-known an opponent is to himself, the easier it becomes for him to avoid their blows and indeed he knows Nadya well, has watched her often, the cunning little bastard well aware of the manner in which she fights, her words spat forth as she lunges and his own form twists wildly to the side as he springs to all fours, her teeth meeting little but air as he pivots, launching violently back towards her, seeking to wrap those enormous paws around her neck, forcing his weight down upon her as he rears upward, teeth aiming to bite down on the back of her neck as claws scrap at her shoulders, pushing his bulk down once more. If she will not willingly submit- he will force her.

He pushes himself close to her, body pressed up against his own as a cacophony of snarls and feral growls erupts into the once calm air, aiming to limit her ability to strike back at him as he seeks to find hold on her scruff in the manner a parent grasps an disobedient child or a male cat grasps a lover in some effort to hold her still, though indeed he intends neither of these, not truly, merely seeking to throw her to the ground, to stand over her as he should.

If you....did not make me wear the....stupid shoes....maybe I would not....get....made into...kitty-pet...stupid girl!

Evidently he is now content to blame Nadya for his capture by Risque, entirely sure her demand he wear shoes is now the reason behind his capture despite the fact it had evidently had little to do with it, the woman's ability to control anything feline far more to blame and yet he is angry...hurt perhaps, furious entirely with Nadya and content to take out every misplaced emotion upon her. He cannot understand his own feelings, not truly, the boy shockingly limited in that way and as such.....his emotions, whatever they may be, readily blur into anger and frustration- an anger focused entirely upon Nadya in these moments as the full force of his weight crushes down upon her, teeth seeking t bite deeply into the back of her neck, claws scraping at her shoulders in this battle for dominance neither refuses to lose.

Is all your....fault!

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push