He can feel that distress in Nadya's own form, both through that pack bond that still connected them and too through the very air itself that surrounded her. That scent of fear a truly palpable thing to any predator, his own fur bristling at that sensation and too the unease that came from her. It is a felling, perhaps, that exists in each of his companions tonight, that same overwhelming sadness and anger so seeing the boy mimic those feelings in turn even if he finds only frustration in his inability to truly process them. He understands only that his companion is gone, that he cannot find him, that he is unreachable and yet he does not understand why or how, he cannot or will not be made to understand that finality of death Raven had tried so diligently to enforce upon him before she succumb to that sleep through the tears that raked her form. Crying yet another of those human habits lost upon him, even when those watery tears had fallen from his own eyes, his entire form unable to stop that strange sensation as those sobs had wracked his form. He did not understand it, could not control that overwhelming feeling that so seemed to combine more emotions then he had ever understood he had and yet too with that grief had so come that responsibility- shifting to him so flawlessly, Tobias so caught between that frustration of emotion and to utter....need to protect what had somehow become his. Nadya, in some sense, falling into that category and yet that bond that so bound her to pack was.....loose where the others were taut. As if she only just held on to it. Tobias so unable to understand these things, his mind hardly caring to all the same as he merely repeated those words from Samantha.

That paw that lifts from the ground to strike at him is entirely unexpected, colliding solidly with his cheek to jerk his head to the side, his own volatile emotions quickly giving way to anger, a hiss of fury rising within his throat as his tail lashes in response to those words shouted at him. He did not tell lies. Not tonight. Tobias simply repeating what the Fae woman had told him in turn, his fractured thoughts unable to comprehend Nadya's grief as a result of her anger, the spotted feline so seeing this as a strike against himself for reasons unknown, his own teeth barred towards her now that power pressing upon her for the first time through what small connection of that bond still remained. His own Alpha presence weighing upon her now. If she would not believe Tetradore had died then perhaps she would believe this, that feeling so unmistakable of that shift of power and command over that small pack to Tobias himself in the wake of their brother's death. The boy so trying to show her, with this, that his words were true. His displeasure at being struck surely clear, the cracking of those trees seeing his ears fold back in response to the sound though he hardly shifted now from his place as the she-cat paced and turned.

It is only her question that sees him respond 'where is frost?' a question he understood and indeed, one he was entirely capable of answering though whether Nadya had meant for him to do as such remains to be seen. Tobias merely doing as he knows how, extending that affinity to so effortlessly locate that horse she sought, his head tilted slightly, ignoring her anger now before she asks then for her brothers body, Tobias too seeking to do just that- his words reaching for her once more.

No....body.....body gone away....to place....cannot find....up and up.

What on earth this means remains to be seen, the golden eyes of the Leopard cast upward as if seeking to ensure she understood that point he was making before his fixates upon her once more.

Frost is...in....park....near tree that is....not tree. Nadya will go....to Frost.....Tobi will.....keep pack safe.....for Tetra......when he.....comes back.

It is just those words he had told Raven and Samantha and Alexis and Jackal. The boy utterly convinced his best friend would return, Tobias so unable to understand the finality of death. The boy, seemingly, believing his companion would return despite the impossibility of that.

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