There is, for all their similarities, perhaps the most distinct of differences to be seen here and now in the moments in which the volatile creature rages atop that grassy plain within the south. Birdie is most assuredly the victim and yet within herself remains an ability to not only forgive, but perhaps, to hold some fear for the very vampiric creature that had so dared to lay his hands upon her. It is a purity of character that Tobias simply does not possess and perhaps never will. For all the pain afflicted upon the young woman in her life she has, in some fashion, refused to give up entirely on humanity. Maintaining some belief that there was a goodness to be found, even within vampires. She holds care for the very creature that had so defiled her and indeed within this moment their remains the starkest of differences between them. She is patience and temperance and kindness and care and he, here and now, is impatience, volatility, cruelty and neglect for the thoughts of those around him. The spotted creature, within his own manner, possesses a purity of emotion all his own, for such is the structure of his fractured mind that each emotion that afflicts him- though misunderstood and surely mislabelled within his own mind- is simply the truth of what he feels. He has no ability to consider his emotions, to withhold them, taint them or in any fashion confuse them beyond what they merely are. He is, surely, the very shadow to her proverbial light and yet here and now it is surely her sense that is needed beyond his own eclipsing rage.

His understanding is basal at best and yet he needs nothing else. His girlfriend had been touched, something that is forbidden, something Birdie herself had explained to him and he had remembered somewhere within the confines of his broken mind. She had been harmed, to his understanding, she, whom was beneath his protection and indeed the Leopard is afflicted here and now with both the instinct of leopard, man and pack that seek revenge against the very creature whom had dare to do such a thing. It is chance alone and no small amount of luck that sees the woman's continued touches begin to distract his mind from such a planned trajectory. Her scent passes over him, again and again, his form beginning to slow, his mind slowly turning to focus far more upon the wolf beside him as opposed to the fading memory of the vampire whom had pinned her upon a tree and placed his lips upon her own. One paw swings at the wolf in a playful manner, the woman snapping back towards him in a way that so seems to engage in attention, her words seeing both ears prick forward now.

"Yes....what I wanted."

He nods, seemingly convinced that this was surely his idea all along, his thoughts so easily becoming so very distracted from their previous goal- that anger twisted into something far less hostile, the woman directing his energy towards play, rather than destruction. She is knocked down easily, the boy lunging away to bound into the grass, bowing down to conceal himself in readiness for his next assault. He is unaware of the shadows that blend so easily with the darkness, concealing her form from him- at least in as much as any are truly ever hidden from Tobias when he seeks to find them. The sudden movement of the grass however, sees his pupils dilate in readiness, head ducking abruptly lower as his rear end lifts into the ear, shaking momentarily as only a cats truly can before he blunders wildly forward and after the grass- only to find it empty. A huff of irritation passes his lips, tail lashing now before the wolf collides suddenly with him from behind, sending the jungle cat tumbling onto the floor as she bites into the base of his neck.

Birdie!

He rolls easily, aiming to take the wolf with him and pin her down beneath him and within the grass, placing the weight of himself atop her keep her down as a snickering rasp rolls within his throat .

Now Birdie.....is stuck!

He is, evidently, decidedly proud of himself- so many hours of play within the ring with Tetradore designing the boy so entirely for such games as this. Tobias loath to lose in any form, even at play, a decidedly dominant part of the creature taking delight in such a position above his companion before he leaps abruptly off and to the side- landing neatly atop his paws.

I want to...play....different game.

He declares suddenly, moving to nudge at his girlfriend in an effort to rouse her to her feet once more before loping suddenly over to a fallen log, placing himself beside it- clearly anticipating that the wolf should do the same. Tobias waiting patiently until it is so she stands beside him.

We...must race....to....big rock.....whoever is first is winner.

The 'big rock' in question is right upon the other end of the field, little more than a dot within the veritable distance, his feline vision clearly allowing him to see such a thing all the same as a purr of satisfaction rises within his throat at this idea.

Birdie must....count then....we.....run.

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