He has missed her- terribly so, more so then he is perhaps willing to admit and yet within the complex world in which Tobias exists, having misplaced a pack member in this fashion is simply unacceptable. He had trailed behind her for several miles, his ability assuring him entirely of her direction, long limbs and large paws having made short work of the distance between him, the boy pursuing his pack mate with utter determination- until the pressure against his skull had become to much. He had been oblivious to some extent perhaps, of just how far Risque's hold could extend, nor how potent it became the more determined he became to disobey it. Her command that he would not go beyond the inviable boundaries she had set in place had been easily ignored, at least for a mile or so, before the pressure within his skull- the force of her command- had become a near physical pain. Yet such is the stubbornness within the boy that he had sought to pursue his female companion still, trailing after her for at least another mile before the pain became near entirely unbearable, driving him back, forcing him to return to Syn. Perhaps he would have anyway, for indeed the boy will not abandon Tetradore and yet he had called for Nadya all the same, unable to understand why she only grew more and more distant until the binds that held them together seemed weaker, more feeble, the girl near out of his reach entirely.

He dislikes being unable to guard what is his. Perhaps, to some extent, Nadya and Tetradore can protect themselves, both grown and capable adults and yet....this role is all he has ever known, the boy so terribly protective of his pack, his inability to assure himself Nadya is well seeming to only further darken his mood these past weeks. He dislikes them being apart, is content truly, only when all three are together and yet it is not her mere presences he misses. He has come to enjoy her touch, to crave her attention, to become jealous when she simply smells of another male let alone is given to be in the presence of one. Nadya holds a value no other female does, her ability to meet his more...primal needs seeing him near crave the woman like a drug, the girl the perfect release for his energy and as such, without her, he has only become...frustrated, irritable and aggressive, often given to pace the walls of Syn in some desperate effort to be rid of the youthful energy within himself. 'Pent up' perhaps, does not even begin to cover his need for her and her body, her scent alone upon the air this day fuelling a near purely animalistic need as he passes the trees she has brushed up against, claws marks within the earth further assuring the lanky leopard he is travelling within the right direction as each long limb extends with graceful and feline fluidity across the earth, the golden boy gliding rapidly towards his missing pack mate.

Those golden eyes fall readily against her form as he enters the clearing, a deep rumbling sound of greeting rolling from within his chest and throat, a unique and rarely heard sound of pleasure unique to large cats alone as he breaks into a lope once more, hurrying rapidly towards her and her sundress glad form. His large spotted head lowers, a purr within his throat as he proceeds to rub himself against her, apparently entirely determined to cover her completely within his own scent and that of pack once more, head and frame leaning heavily into her as purr after purr vibrates within him in this rare show of gentle affection, a tenderness perhaps, reserved entirely for pack alone. For a moment at least, even the food is ignored as his own fur shifts at last, the animal replaced with the tall, toned man as he kneels beside her, the sole benefit of his imprisonment perhaps Risqué's constant supply of food having finally seen him reach a healthy weight. He has, by some small mercy managed to shift his jeans alone into place this time, though his feet and chest remain bare, having evidently not bothered with shoes or a shirt as one had reaches up, fingers curling commandingly within the neckline of her dress before roughly pulling the woman against him. His lips easily and willingly find her own, his kiss holding a hunger that goes far beyond any food she may have to offer, form relaxing near entirely against her own as if he is finally given to release a breath he is holding. His lips break from her, one finger moving to tilt her head to the side as he always does, lips finding the soft flesh of her neck and jaws part and teeth bite down so commandingly as they always do, carving his own signature into to her- just where it belongs. It would seem that even without that alluring scent about her he has learned to crave her still, to attempt to coax a similar response from her, the boy content to offer both the affectionate greeting of one pack to another, while evidently seeking more.

He smiles against her neck, lips quirking into a simper of sorts, perhaps felt against her skin as he finally releases her, distracted suddenly perhaps- by the clear scent of food, leaning away from her as those dark eyes fall upon container after container of treats. He seems to notice his surroundings for the first time now, peering warily towards the water from beneath lashings of wild, messy, muddy hair, seeming to decide whether or not to move further away from it, held in place by both the promise of food and Nadya herself as one hand lifts to point towards the picnic basket.

"Do we get to....eat all that?"

He pauses only long enough to hear her answer before those deep chocolate eyes lift with own, as wild and untamed as they have always been.

"When do we get to....play?"

Sex, after all, is by far his favourite game to 'play'.

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