Those deeper, darker golden eyes are given to narrow slightly upon the form of the black panther that strides ahead of him, the anxiety within the other cat a palpable thing, so readily absorbed and perceived by the Leopard, the boys natural instincts so very finely attuned and indeed this....feeling that radiates from his companion is...unusual, the young man unable to understand this emotion entirely, such anxiousness bleeding into himself, his own pace increased until he lopes beside the black cat, held slightly back, allowing Tetradore the lead as they weave in and out of city streets, sliding into the welcome embrace of the darkened forest. He is a dominant creature by nature and yet he is willing to concede leadership, at least in this moment, to his chosen leader, settling himself with the same ease beside him, long, spotted tail of black and gold flicking against his companion as the forest readily stirs and the scent of pry lingers thickly. Perhaps it has been some time since Tetra or even Nadya has hunted fresh meat and yet for Tobias such things are entirely natural, the basis of his existence, his abilities attuned within moments to the wilderness around him, a target already having captivated his attention as his form freezes and teases, jaws parting to taste the air across his tongue and growl of anticipation coils within the depths of his throat- though he holds himself in place still. It has been some time since he has hunted with others and yet....such laws he remembers even now, content enough to wait for Nadya.




He moves to rise from his haunches once more, impatient, anxious, and eager, though his paw steps remain utterly silent within the darkness, the shadows hiding so much of his underweight and poorly groomed form, the male in desperate need of attention in regards to cleanliness as he circles about his companion, dark golden eyes aglow within the gloom as he searches for the female addition to there group, seeking the pleasing scent within the air, utterly oblivious to why it is he may find such a thing so intriguing, reacting entirely as instinct demands of him and little more, assured the girl is not far behind before his attention readily deviates towards a sudden movement within the grass. He crouches readily, moving with fluid motion into a hunting crouch, one perfected from so many years spent seeking his own meals in such a fashion, no longer the gambling cub that had tripped and stumbled over Tetra in there childish efforts to catch anything at all, else simply run away from Nadya as young boys so often do in the presence of little sisters. His own tail flicks, if ever so slightly, muscle twitching in anticipation before his assault is launched, paws slamming down atop his victim.....Tetradore's tail.




His claws remain sheathed, the assault nothing more than play as he leaps away, loping another half circle around the other man as a hissing snicker like sound rolls from between his jaws, eyeing the panther with tilted head as one paw reaches out to bat at him, seeking to encourage a game of some kind, attempting, in his own manner, to alleviate the anxiety within his companion, disliking the feel of it, attempting to distract him entirely, oblivious to Tetradore's attempts in this to protect himself and Nadya.




"Tetra....got slow."




It is rare to see any true play from Tobias, the WereLeopard so often irritable, volatile, if not utterly violent, the harshness of his existence resulting in a battle worn, disagreeable creature and yet with the presence of those with whom he belongs his nature is far more.....equable, calmer, soothed by their simple presence and the return of his leader, content to turn the unfortunate Tetra into a rubbing post once more, brushing along the length of his companion in another effort to get rid of the scents that cling to him. He smells...odd and as such Tobias is content to fix it as best he can before collapsing down against him once more, rolling over onto his back, mixing earth into his own pelt to better hide the scent of cat from anything they may hunt, his actions instinctive and no more as he rests upon his side, back against his companion as they wait for Nadya, the anticipation of the coming hunt teasing at his patience once more as the sounds of prey call readily to instinct. He knows....knows there is more than one meal close by and yet he will not leave without Naddy, at least, not tonight, desiring to hunt with both his pack members, waiting patiently for his chosen Leaders command to start, unwilling to wander to far away from the other man and yet, with his scent so fresh and the younger man's ability to track it is, quite frankly, impossible for Tetradore to shake him, Tobias unable to imagine why he would ever want to.




"What is....Tetra....hiding from?"




Perhaps he cannot work out how to use a can opener....but he is far from stupid or imperceptive, the question little more then a murmur posed to his friend before their sister can arrive (Tobias quite assured that she should be his sister too), looking up towards the green-eyed black cat from his reclined position.




"Should I....kill it?"




If it is dead, whatever it is, Tobi is sure they will no longer have to hide from it.

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