There was a certain meticulous cleanliness that came with the fur of his species, and too any feline species for that matter. Although it was hardly the same with so coaxing Tobias to shower, it was, at least, some way to ensure the boy remained at least less dirty than he might have otherwise. To find that fur so ruined by the female's tongue was altogether torturous for the panther, the action alone caused him to squirm and weaver in her grasp as he so desperately tried to find some measure of escape. The pelting of those rolled up armadillos hardly helped in the man's discontent, even if it was but slight annoyance. It was those assault's combined that finally saw the panther rely upon his affinities in a way that he had not yet attempted to do. In a puff of ebony, the feline was simply gone from the woman's grasp, instead reappearing several feet away from her to so lick at his large paw before making an effort to smooth that fur back into it's proper place. Despite that brief flustered glimpse at having his coat so ruined, Tetradore's good nature hardly faltered, however, his pink tongue sticking out at her in a display of that same playfulness at his unexpected escape from the woman.


His emerald eyes were all too aware of Raven's efforts to return his gesture, her tongue sticking back out at him in a mocking fashion and yet, he was more than willing to continue this game for perhaps a bit longer. His own voice reached out to her, willingly whining about all of the cooties he had been infected with. Those girl germs were clearly the largest of threats, even if she regarded him with little more than a roll of her eyes. It was only once that fur had regained that pristine state of perfection that Tetradore rose to his feet, his tail lashing from side to side. He offered the girl but the slightest of indication on what his intent was before he bounded into the tall grass that Raven herself had attacked him from but moment's ago. His body slinked against the ground as he carefully positioned himself within the depths of those tall, bright green blades. He knew Raven would hardly deny the chase he had presented her with, that bark echoing in the air but moments later served to reassure him that this too was a game she was all too inclined to play.


Tetradore could hear the movement of the grass far to his right as the woman entered behind him, his ears flicking as he remained carefully positioned as he was. His kind, after all, were known for their ability to stalk and hunt in such a stealthy fashion. It was these things he so naturally excelled at and, in turn, this was entirely within his element. He heard the rustle of the grass not terribly far from him and yet, Tetradore hardly moved to face it. Oh no, he knew exactly where she was. It was those senses as her Alpha that he so relied upon. Silly little wolf thought she was facing someone who would never cheat. Unfortunately for her, Tetradore was the man that had so taught Tobias those antics in the first place when they had been but children. He was the king of stretching those rules, of finding loopholes, of cheating. After all, he practically made a business of it. He crept a step or two closer towards her, catching that peculiar colored frame through the grass and yet, he hardly struck at her from this angle. Oh no. You see, no one ever does bother to look up. That teleportation was so utilized within that moment, the feline appearing above her as he let gravity do the rest of the work. He pounced upon her quite solidly before using his weight to push off of her and bound back into the grass, fully intending to disappear once again. Well Raven? You're gonna have to do better then that!