Tetradore's sudden tensing at his mention of the unfamiliar scent seems to readily draw the young man's gaze, dark eyes slicing towards him, responding automatically to this shift in stance, his eyes rapidly searching for some form of threat and yet he simply does not know what he looks for, each unfamiliar face within the vicinity of the street met with suspicion, the boy entirely prepared to defend his newfound family from whatever threat Tetradore has perceived, searching now for the owners of the 'dead' scent, the boy understanding only that they are vampire. After all, such creatures tend to reek of decay. The young man finding such a thing near sickening and indeed it content to follow his Leader away from the offense odour, though why he seems determined to go so quickly Tobias cannot say, mind simply uncaring in this moment, utterly content within his current company and as such sees no need to question the 'how' or 'why' of the matter in the way Nadya does. Perhaps he simply cannot understand, his ability to perceive time itself a dramatically limited thing and yet, to some extent....he simply does not desire to know how or why Tetradore had left, that he is back is all the information he desires, that he does not leave him again the only thought of any importance as the other man swears, looking decidedly irate once more.




For a moment Tobi simply scowls, searching again for this unseen danger or irritation before the other man's suggestions seems to firmly ensnare his attention. His desire to hunt is near unending, perhaps a simple facet of his wild nature or indeed a symptom of his unique power, regardless however, the desire remains unyielding, one readily engaged at the thought of a pack hunt, one of which he has not engaged in many years. He has hunted alone since the age of five, his volatile, violent nature assuring him a number of success and yet, to hunt with pack is another thing entirely, a bonding exercise of a higher level and one the young man takes evident pleasure from, prepared to follow his Leader on this new expedition as his stomach rolls in ready anticipation of the heated meal of meat. He has lived so long within this feral state of mind, so removed from humanity that he has become near entirely carnivorous, refusing any form of fruit or vegetable, allowing himself the occasional bread or biscuit, returning again and again to the raw meat he is so capable of pilfering- and the promise of blood is alluring. He is not as other beings, not even other Were's to some extent, his mind designed to function on another level entirely, one that so often affords him the illusion of...stupidity, perhaps. Though such a thing is so dangerously far from the truth, he is simply more cunning then most, his intelligence an entirely different and rarely seen kind. Perhaps he does not make a very good man, but he makes an entirely superior male of his species. Tetra's request is met with a ready nod, moving to follow eagerly behind him, falling so effortless back into to the role of the shadow he had always played for the man he had perceived from the beginning as his Alpha. He had chosen Tetradore, years ago and his faith within his own choice has not faltered.




It takes barely a moment for the young man to follow suit, shucking out of the jeans the unfortunate Naddy had only just managed to get him back into, as Tetra begins to remove his own ridiculous clothing, Tobias disliking the scent of leather entirely, features contorting in disdain at the clothing his friend has seen fit to adorn before Naddy's outstretched hand results in his attention shifting. He understands the gesture, the young woman with the appealing scent offering to hold his jeans and yet such a gesture sees the young man become almost....possessive. His jeans are the only possession he has, despite the decidedly ill fit and yet Tetra's hurriedly retreating presence sees his own mind equally as quickly sort itself, the boy moving to place his jeans in her hands, careful to prevent any touch against her skin. He is, if anything, extremely guarded in his human form. The gentle rush of colour to her cheeks at his comment however, sees his head tilt slightly in some confusion as to her reaction before he simply speaks as her hands her his sole article of clothing.




"Don't....lose them."




His lean, hard frame already bends and contorts, muscles, bone and fur lengthening as the Leopard explodes from within, black and gold form tearing away from Naddy and after his beloved companion, oblivious perhaps, to the girls own....reluctance to shift in their presence, Tobi, as Tetra perhaps, holding no love for clothing let alone seeing any true need (despite Nadya's gallant efforts), racing back across the street to run at his companions side and towards the outskirts. There is a certain....perfection to running with other Weres, to running with pack, a hunt with pack alone the very epitome of bonding and his young mind remains oblivious to anything else.







((Yeah sure, Tetty can go first I assume, Tobi will follow and Nadya and the pants can bring up the rear baha))

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