The momentary nod of permission Tetradore offers is all the man requires to assure himself he is correct to chase down the offending equine, lunging after the snowy-haired man, claws scraping against the ornate marble floor before the sudden crack and hiss of broken rope sees the chandelier above shake and rattle, tumbling mere milliseconds later to collide with the lunging leopard, this brief flare of pain all the feline is capable of acknowledging before the world is plunged into a sudden and blissful darkness- the leopard knocked entirely unconscious by the collision of wood and steel upon his skull and frame. The spotted cat remains entirely unaware of the rampaging Hunter, followed by the hurried exit of Kat and Kohl, along with Ravens shift into the very feral state he had attempted to prevent, Tetradores merely glimpsed as the darkness had taken over, before those first tendrils of consciousness begin to stir in the moments Raven grasps his scruff- lifting him the same way a mother lifts a cub, the girl more than capable of such a thing within her giant form, the leopards vision blurred and hazy still as the wolf proceeds to lay him at his Alpha's feet, mind struggling to perceive the where and why of his situation, fractured tendrils of understanding desperately attempting to seize upon his reality as the world begins to return to focus once more- mind readily reaching for those of his pack-mates and seizing upon the single striking detail that sees the leopard hurriedly scramble to his paws once more, the scent of Tetradores blood seeing those golden eyes widen.

He has always been his companions protector, ever since the day they had met so very many years ago, mere cubs themselves, the shaggy haired deviant having found in place in the world that day alongside the only other being whom seemed to have time for him, having become his companions living shadow and guardian despite Tetradore's ability to care for himself. He had been his best friends Second since the tender age of five, his constant companion, forever lingering upon the outskirts of the pack until Tetra had eventually coaxed him inside the borders and eventually inside the house itself, Tobias having taken to sleeping upon the rug on the older boys floor, else under the bed itself to keep the 'monsters' away that a much younger Tetradore had once feared. Even despite their current...tension over matters Tobias still does not understand the leopard has never truly faltered in his unwavering dedication, a loyalty that has seen him follow his boyhood companion for near fifteen years in a desperate bid to return to his side once more, following him even into the depths of Syn and Risqué herself- the mere scent of his Leaders blood resulting in a near ear-splitting yowl of distress that echoes throughout the hall.

It is that link of minds that assures he feels a mere touch of Tetradore's pain, a pain that rapidly begins to shift and change, melting towards Birdie. He does not understand her power, mind incapable of perceiving the true nature of the wolfs abilities in this regard and yet it is not her power itself that sees him scowl near so much as the further irritation it seems to be causing their Leader. Tobias is Second for a reason, has spent a near lifetime in his companions shadow, adores the other man beyond all logic and reason and even despite the rift that has formed between them the boy remains utterly inseparable from him, this bond perhaps- of pack, of family, of friendship, in this moment eclipses all else. His distress is entirely clear, another yowl spitting free of his lips before the fur falls from his body, the cat replaced now with the man, the lanky boy stepping suddenly between Tetradore and Birdie, pushing her suddenly back, standing over her even as she offers her submission to their injured Leader, the boy displaying his own dominance now- even in human form, dark eyes held firmly against the wolf.

"Birdie! Away!"

One hand simply points, the boy stepping forward and towards his female companion, deliberately seeking to push the wolf back and away from his Leader, commanding her in a manner he rarely does, enforcing his rank above her now, deliberately seeking to push her away before those dark eyes fall on her again.

"Stop.....doing...that.....he does not.....like it."

It is her power he refers to now, her ability to change and move the pain others feel- though he cannot understand it himself, ordering her to release her hold upon it, so long ago having learned to understand his companions disdain- even when unspoken, seeing no need to question why it is the other man prefers to deal with his own pain, merely commanding the wolf to allow it before one hand reaches forward, fingers resting within her fur.

"Birdie has....been...bad....but not all....Birdie's fault. Later....we are...talking. Stay."

He moves to turn from her then, posture still stiff, evidently still determined to warn her away, refusing to permit her close to himself or Tetradore in this moment still before those dark eyes swing now to Regan. He likes the tiger, is curious of her and content with her all at once, her silent nature appealing to him and yet in this moment the clearly distressed leopard is entirely intolerant of her, a growl of sorts within his throat once more, a single stride closing the distance between, one hand lifting to rather suddenly and forcefully shove her sideways and further away from his injured companion- his frame reeking dominance once more, uncaring as to her role in such things- assured only that Tetra is injured because of her and as such refuses her presence now, silently demanding that she too keep her distance, the Leopard merely doing his job, keeping all others away in the rare moment in which his closest companion is vulnerable. It is merely what he is trained to do- to protect, to guard- so he does.

"You...get away too!"

That he is clearly unwilling to be argued with is surely clear in these moments, dark eyes held firmly against Regans own before he turns his back upon her with the same dismissive gesture offered to any subordinate- attention now entirely upon Tetradore, figure relaxing noticeably in his own form of submissive respect offered to the older man alone before long fingers reach briefly the wound upon him, dark eyes roving across it before those fingers move gently away.

"Naddy...can fix.....maybe if.....Tetra wants."

His head simply nods in assurance, eyes flicking briefly to either side, the young man very near having cleared several feet around his companion in either direction, refusing to allow anyone near in this moment, fingers reaching briefly once more to rest momentarily on his companions arm in a truly rare display of....affection.

"Time to...go...home now. I will not....let...Tetra get hurt....again. Do you want....me to kill...Hunter?"

There is a momentary pause within his stuttered, struggled words, dark eyes dropping to his companions own, entirely serious in his question, the blonde Hunter an easy target to track and one he is willing to hunt should his companion desire such a thing. That shaggy head tilts briefly to one side as if the creature is given very near t contemplate...something, voice barely above a whisper now, just loud enough for Tetradore alone to hear, the barest hint of his companions own copied simper upon his lips, one hand reaching to scope up the crossbow bolt.

"I think maybe....girls make....boys do......stupid fucking things."

Different he may be- yet he is not totally unobservant.

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