There was no denying that shift that so seemed to occur within the lupine girl in those carefree moments. It was here, when she was least aware of it, that she so seemed to shed those worries and fears that had so tainted her over the years. For a moment, Tetradore was entirely content to simply watch the woman, the man finding this transformation wholly more inquisitive and, in turn, astonishing, than the balled up creatures around his own feet. His emerald gaze watched as her form bounded through the small clearing, chasing after those waddling critters before pouncing with an eager joyousness that so often escaped her. A small simper danced upon the panther's maw, a soft hum so reverberating within his head and too hers before his attention turned slowly back to the armadillo he was supposed to be playing with. It was, after all, decidedly rare for Tetradore to let himself go in the same playful fashion that Raven had managed to achieve in this singular moment. His paw lightly smacked the closest armadillo, watching as the creature rolled slightly away from him. Those feline instincts had been suppressed for so long that even the appeal of a ball momentarily was difficult for the man to find.


Thankfully, such concerns hardly lasted long, however, before Tetradore found the peculiar colored lupine settled in front of him, her paw batting at his nose in a fashion that caused his head to turn and sneeze in response. He certainly seemed altogether taken back by this sudden forwardness and yet, the man hardly huffed at her in any sense of the word. Instead, those emerald eyes merely watched her in surprise, his nose still twitching as she once again ran off in hunt of those escaping creatures. His features shifted momentarily, considering his own sort of payback in the way that Tobias and himself so often did. Winning was but a momentary feat between the two and, frankly, it was the only way the panther truly knew how to play. It was with that in mind that so saw him collect several armadillos at his feet, rolling them quite purposefully to careen into the wolf before batting the second in the opposite direction so as to coax the girl to catch both. He settled upon his haunches, watching with a nearly impish gleam to his eyes as she abruptly turned in her play to stop the first of his chosen toys before too realizing the second. For shame. She'd managed two well enough.


He watched in poised silence as the young woman's gaze fell on him, Raven quickly catching onto his chosen game as the girl began to round up her own horde of critters. A small puff left his lips at the sheer number she clearly intended to capitulate at him and yet, Tetradore was entirely game at the very least. He rose to his own feet as she began to tap at their backs, his body lowering to the ground, his butt wiggling ever so slightly in the air as his tail lashed from side to side, entirely prepared to take on this assault. In but moments later those armadillos were tossed in his direction and the game, as it was, was fully on. His own form caught the first with ease, moving towards the second with a noteable determination. In those delicate moments, Tetradore's attention was entirely steadfast upon the armadillos, the man altogether oblivious to the lack of the ebony lupine. The last thing he had anticipated was an assault from above and least of all from her. Raven crashed into the feline, sending him sprawling as she stood over him, her tail clearly swaying with glee. A soft snort left his nose once again as those words echoed within his mind and yet, this was too a defeat that Tetradore refused to accept.


He launched himself forward quite suddenly, pulling the wolverine with her as he tumbled with her form, corkscrewing before pushing her beneath him in a fashion that was far more playful than dominating. A warm chuckle entered the young woman's mind as he leaned closer towards her, smooshing her nose with his own as he uttered softly, "Pinned you.". Well - now what, Raven?