The giggling of the girl seems to insight his curiosity once more, the delicate sound holding a gentle note that seems to encourage his own smile in a way, seeming to find favour in the sound as she brings her hand up to cover her lips in an effort to be polite- wasted as it is, Tobias enjoying the sound regardless before she makes some attempt to explain what she is, the word 'fox' an entirely foreign one as he features knot together in a look of intrigued confusion. That she is not cat....or dog....does not sit well within his mind, eyes narrowing warily as if he suspects some form of trickery in this before she confirms her family- were indeed dogs. This information seems acceptable to him, head nodding at last, lashings of ebony hair tangling with the length of his lashes, wild eyes resting upon her still as he asks his next question, waiting eagerly for her response, seeming to believe that the red-furred dog my know where it is his beloved Leader disappears to every night, ever-hopeful gaze remaining firmly upon her before she shakes her head, his own features dropping slightly, one hand reaching up to run through his thick black locks in some implication of thought as she mentions this club. He has heard of this place, after all, it rests within his own personal territory and yet it is a thing he has little desire to see. He dislikes the music, the lights, the noise and crowds that surround Syn and as such is assured to some extent that Tetradore would hardly frequent such a place, his own head shaking now.
"That place is....in my territory....but....Tetra does not.....like....crowds."
He is content, it would seem, to inform the WereFox of his own personal claim upon the west side in these moments, though indeed were the girl to venture into such a place she would surely recognise his scent markers, along with the touches of Birdie, Nadya and Lucian, those he permits to live alongside him. This however, is seemingly as much as he is willing to offer on the matter, information simply stored within as he leans back against the wall, bare flesh flinching slightly at the touch of cold concrete and brick as he waits for the girl to change, grinning readily as she does, eyes drifting back over the thickness of her red fur as he waits for her to run and hide as he has demanded, turning his back in some effort to at least pretend to be fair, seeing no need to inform her of his rather unique talent in regards to this game, his ability allowing him to seek any person or object with total accuracy- an advanced hunters instinct of sorts. He remains within his human form however, bare feet brushing along the cracked sidewalk as he turns, dark eyes assuring that girl is gone before his hands clap together almost excitedly.
Despite his age of appearance, it would seem, and his impressive physical proportion, his mind seems no older than that of a child, as if he has simply been frozen in time and yet holds no shame, content to exist within a world that has very near left him behind as he wanders after the fox. He requires little effort to actually locate her, reaching up to snatch the top of the fence, proceeding to drag himself and his ripped jeans and bare chest over, swinging momentarily atop the chain link before landing once more within the alleyway, careful to avoid the puddles as he trots after the girl, already assured of her position as he suddenly leaps up to land upon the dumpster she hides behind, peering down to grin eagerly at her as another gorgeous grin alights his features.
"I win."
That he has found her at an impossibly fast pace clearly does not require explanation as he swings back down into the alley once more, this rather tame version of a hunt seeming to tease his predatory instincts in just the right way before those dark eyes are suddenly captured by something else, head jerking sideways as he wanders away from the dumpster and the fox, seeming to have forgotten about the girl momentarily. Someone, it would seem, has had some sort of fire here the night before, an open barrel still smoking faintly and yet it is not the barrel or faded heat the seems to so attract the boys attention, long fingers reaching in to pluck free a lump of charcoal, rolling it about in his hands a moment before suddenly and abruptly seating himself cross-legged on the floor beside the bare wall, turning to grin briefly back towards the fox, reaching over to snatch her up into his arms once more (despite her having told him not to do this) seating her in his lap in a manner so shockingly child-like a passer-by would surely be stunned at the sight of the boy and fox.
"Pretty, sit here."
It is hardly a question and yet once more his attention deviates from the girl he leans forward, beginning to draw with his lump of charcoal, the images....rather stick like before he begins to draw what very much look like a black rectangle with legs, another black square drawn atop it, followed by another rectangle and another, each of them propped up on four legs with rather square head and what is evidently a tail attached until he has three of these....box shaped cats, one very black, one lighter and one spotted.
"My pack."
He gestures proudly to his work, moving to scratch momentarily at his face, unaware he leaves a rather giant smudge mark across his cheek as he does, waiting for Pretty to look towards his drawing of the three box-shaped cats, offering her some clue perhaps, as to his Were form, though indeed the three drawings look very much like house cats. His free hands moves to run back through the girls fur, evidently content to ignore all her previously set rules though he does not crush her as he did before, reaching forward a second time to draw a triangle, attaching it to another rectangle before adding a giant and fluffy tail.
"That's you."
Well. At least he tried.
"How high can.....Pretty jump?"
Dark eyes turn upon her now, something entirely cunning within those black depths. He has an idea...it would seem.
your gunna hear me roar
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