It is with no small amount of delight that the deviant boy so watches his mate attempt to pick up his trail before losing it several times over. So many days spent in her company having so taught the boy just how her sense of smell might be given to work and too- allowing him every chance to circumnavigate it as he lifts his form from the very ground to conceal himself within a tree. Those bright golden eyes watching Tetradore as he made some effort to conceal himself within the plastic pirate ship. It is only when Birdie so seems to spy the panther that Tobias makes his own move, launching from within the branches of the tree to land near halfway across the playground- sprinting for the metal dome and so leaping atop it. His victory so readily sees the spotted jungle cat perform several laps of victory atop the metal surfaces- Tobias wholly content to strut in as much as a leopard surely can before his mate and Alpha- the boy holding little shame in so displaying his prowess before the rough and tumble of Raven and Tetradore so seeks to grasp his attention. The cat unable to resist that flurry of movement as he springs down once more to pounce atop them. Tetradore falls as if dead, Tobias seizing one paw of the panther to tug and tease at it in a playful passion, those pack bonds in that moment so satisfied with this closeness and complete lack of tension before Raven's abrupt halt in their game.

The gangly leopards own form stiffens slightly, the cat releasing Tetradores paw, shifting to place himself in front of Birdie as his position and indeed their own relationship simply dictates he does, affording Tetradore space to sniff at the air, his tail curling upward and about Raven's neck in a decidedly possessive manner before his own affinity extends. It is easy, with such talents, to pinpoint the tigeress exactly. A rumble rising within his own throat, seeking Tetradore's attention upon him once more as those golden eyes lift to the green os his favoured companions own- words pressed straight to his mind.

She is....there.

His head nods to exactly where the tiger lingers though he makes little move to approach. Her scent is familiar, known to him, Tobias having found he liked the woman- a rare thing for the boy indeed and yet she is, in this moment- something of any unknown, that uncertainty that so afflicts his companions readily felt by the lanky deviant. Even if he failed to understand it in it's entirety. It is only as Tetradore so reaches the top of that playscape, calling out to Regan, that Tobias at last moves forward, tail flicking lightly to have Raven remain where she was as his own long limbs and large paws paced forward to place himself at the foot of the playscape. The first line of defence, or so it seems, for both his mate and his Alpha, the boy resting back upon his haunches now to simply wait, head tilted slightly in curiosity as to whether or not the tiger would come. His memories of her exist still, fragmented and fractured though they are- his form remaining entirely relaxed despite his position between her and his own packmates. Tobias merely doing as any Second does in such moments of uncertainty. The boy, despite his perceived insanity in most things, wholly capable in this at least, tail flicking lightly upon the earth as those golden eyes continue to search the undergrowth for the cat he knows is there, following her movements between the trees though he remains seated all the same. It is only when those flashes of stripes so reach his gaze that the boys mind so suddenly extends to her own.

Is...Regan....coming to...play?

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