Her explanation of girlfriend sees the young man momentarily halted in his endeavours once more, head tilted off to one side in some attempt at contemplation, though it would seem her choice of words has failed to offer the young man any true explanation, his fractured mind unable to comprehend 'relationship'- the word entirely foreign to his limited vocabulary and as such he is given to ignore this offered advice. Mate is a word he knows better, or at least, holds some understanding of. Mate is....special, the one that is liked best of all, like Mother and Father and indeed it is here his knowledge ends. His world is simply perhaps, black and white, so very little grey and as such the delicate facets of a functioning relationship elude him entirely in these moments as Birdie attempts something of an explanation. His limited attention span however and lack of ability to immediately understand has resulted in a frustration of sorts, that has in turn, seen the boy return his attention to his game, still entirely oblivious to the poor young woman's ravaged emotions in this moment. It is a game to him, a simple expression of his contentment within her company. He likes her, is content to allow her to be near him, to touch him in his human form- a true rarity indeed.

Her frustration only seems to delight the young man entirely as he remains hidden from view, watching as the unfortunate wolf-girl is left floundering within the field, her fingers snatching towards him, receiving only blades of grass for her efforts as he snickers before melting back into the dark and shadows, gliding and sliding through the field as his animal form takes over, the man proceeding to leap around and around the woman in a wide circle, teasing her- or seemingly so. Her continued attempts to grab him have only further assured them boy that this is surely a game, one he revels in. He is oblivious to the struggle within herself, the girl fighting for control of her own animal form, the wolf within her surely demanding to chase after the cat in perhaps the oldest of all animal feuds. The leopard continues to leap, long, lanky form filled entirely with energy within the cool night air- landing suddenly as she shouts towards him once more, curls flicked frantically about in her efforts to spot him before his head suddenly appears atop the towering dark green blades of the field, golden eyes fixated upon her, tail flicking behind him.

It would seem perhaps that her tone has finally managed to spark a different reaction, the man halted in his playful exuberance, leopard features shifting into something....almost a scowl, in as much as a leopard can be said to do so, eyeing the girl warily a moment before he finally allows his fur to fall once more, the animal replaced with the man as dark hair tumbles into his eyes and he moves to wander forward and towards her- as asked. It is a rare show of obedience perhaps and yet for this moment alone the boy seems content to offer it, wandering barefoot towards the woman though indeed it would seem he is content to display another one of his skills in this moment- doing just as Birdie has demanded, having shifted in such a way as to allow his spotted tail and equally spotted leopard ears alone to remain- the man given to look almost like a delightful anime character of sorts as those ears remain pricked forward and upright, tail flicking about as he approaches. His features remain entirely blank, dark eyes held upon the woman, demeanour having shifted entirely before it is he seems to decide otherwise, her tone and tense frame seeming to indicate she is somehow...displeased. He remains a stride from her, outside of her reach, ears folding back in a manner that is decidedly....adorable, long tail flicking into his hands as he fiddles absentmindedly with the end- looking every bit the remorseful child in this moment. Whether he is given to feel such remorse for his game however remains to be seen entirely, dark eyes lifting to meet her own once more, one foot scuffing slightly at the ground, evidently of the opinion that appearing mildly apologetic is sure to alleviate the woman's displeasure with him. He is hardly stupid, far from it and as such acts near immediately to lesson her agitation with him as he stands before her now.

"My tail is here....now."

That he clearly believes she wants his tail is evident now, the boy doing just as asked- bringing his spotted tail to her, looking expectantly towards her now, though those dark eyes can hardly hide his pleasure in his game, those fathomless pools bright within the darkness, flecks of leopard gold resting within those inky depths.

"I do not know....what is...relationship."

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