He had been....discontent with Raven's leaving that morning. Tobias, without his favoured being Tetradore, or indeed, any other members of the nightshade pack to impose his presence upon was prone to becoming bored when left alone. Raven had become his near constant companion. His wife's presence, even when she merely read or cooked or tidied that cabin was settling in some fashion. The young deviant simply enjoying her company. To be left without her for nearly the entire day was displeasing to him and yet- she had gone anyway. Where she was going or why he hardly knew. Raven had hardly elaborated and Tobias, by way of his own nature, had near ceased to listen the moment she had declared she was abandoning him. The boy distinctly content to pout about it right up until the moment she had driven away. He disliked her being far from his sight. Tobias, in the wake of that sinking Ark, having renewed so many of his possessive tendencies as if he feared they might lose their home and pack all over again. The man hardly caring for whether or not his fears were logical. Little about Tobias had ever been logical. That shift had come over him readily. The man changing from human into Leopard with ease as his gold and spotted tail lashed agianst the floor in a final display of that discontent.

Heavy paws carried the feline across the room, Tobias content to leat up and onto the back of the sofa, a place Raven nearly constantly attempted to shoo him away from by insisting he would break it. Without his wife to guard that furniture however the man was wholly content to defy those rules he knew existed in a fashion truly cat-like. His golden gaze shifted about that room. The log cabin was nothing short of near-luxurious in its setting. Tetradore so having thought of nearly everything on their behalf and yet- Tobias near pined for that Ark. His disliked being away from his pack. His disliked being away from Tetradore- the man long since assured his place in life was beside his favoured companion and yet he remained distinctly unwilling to leave his mate behind. Raven seemed determined to stay in that cabin and by that notion alone Tobias was wholly determined not to leave her unguarded. His claws extended from their sheaths to momentarily dig into that fabric couch. Tobias, for several moments, seeming near fascinated by the curious feel of that fabric before the sudden flickering of a shadow upon the wall readily saw the deviant crouch down. His rear end lifted ever so slightly. That characteristic feline shake giving away that impending pounce before the Leopard launched himself across the room to collide with the wall and flickering shadow. That very commotion seemed to stir a brown moth from its resting place. The fluttering insect taking flight as Tobias' gaze widened readily at the sight. A moth! This was truly glorious prey.

Tobias' lanky, powerful figure crouched once more, each muscle ehdl tense and taught before that explosion of energy sawthe heavy feline lunge forward only to leap again, his paw swiping at the air in an effort to grasp that fluttering creature whose frantic wing flaps were nothing short of teasing. His efforts to capture that moth continued on for some fifteen minutes until his mind seemed to lose all interest in such a thing. The boy abruptly pacing from that room to throw his shoulder agianst the rear door of the cabin to step out into the woods behind. He liked those woods. They reminded him of.....when he was.....small. He was not small now, no. Now he was large- but he had been small once. He remembered. Mostly. Those fractured images within his mind seemed to flicker and dance out of focus and yet some understanding of them remained all the same. Mother and Father and Tetra and Nadya. He remembered. The scent of those pine needles was strong this morning as Tobias broke out into an easy lope. The young man content to patrol that territory he had gained for himself as he did each morning. He paused several times to stand up on his hind legs and take his claws through an unfortunate set of trees in an effort to renew those border markers. Those animalistic instincts to keep what was his had become all the more potent. Tobias, having become more and more inclined to spend time in his animal form. Away from that city, away from people, those animalistic desires had merely gained in strength.

It was only once those trees had been thoroughly scratched that Tobias returned to the cabin. The boy so barely out of breath even despite the several miles he had circled. His fitness, it seemed, hardly having lessened. His pace increased for several moments. Tobias broke out into a run as he approached that cabin once more before launching himself up the side of that structure, his claws indenting the wood with every launch as he scampered up and onto the roof. This, after all, was where the sun was best. How fortunate, perhaps, that he was inclined to spend the rest of the day sprawled out atop the roof of that house with those rays of filtered, dappled light warming his coat. The man was hardly inclined to stir until the late afternoon. The quacking of ducks having, at last, drawn him from his slumber. It was with some measure of reluctance that Tobias scaled down from that roof and returned to his human form, the man seeking his clothes if only because Raven seemed to insist upon them before he hunted down that loaf of bread. Ducks liked bread. He was sure. Wild or not those creatures seemed unable to resist it. Bread would lure them close. Yes. very close. Close enough to grasp. It had been a very long time since he had eaten duck. How quickly his cunning mind had seized onto that plan of gaining the ducks trust if only so he could eat them later. Tobias inclined to do as Raven had shown him as he sat upon the ground with legs folded. The man breaking up that bread before throwing it piece by piece to those ducks. Feeding them. Fattening them. An impromptu duck farm. His dark gaze watched with a clear and predatory fascination even if he appeared so decidedly...innocent in that moment. How he desired those ducks....

The sudden sound of Raven returning seemed to prompt his mind from its fascination, if only briefly, Tobias turned to afford his wife a grin of greeting before his attention shifted back to his ducks. Raven moved about for several moments before crossing that room to join him. The young woman made herself comfortable on the grass beside him before asking after those creatures Tobias so intently stared at. Her lips pressing to his cheek as she did.

"I...like ducks."

How very true those words were, even if not in the way Raven seemed to desire from him. Tobias, perhaps wisely, keeping those animalistic desires in check as the last of that bread was tossed towards the creatures. Several of them having come far closer than they did yesterday. Raven's hand seemed to find his arm then, her fingers trailing downward before grasping his hand and drawing his attention toward her entirely. That very touch so prompted his own features to frown. That...unease within her distinctly clear and yet how sure he was that no danger lurked anywhere around them. The woman's sudden efforts to explain that she had driven into town to see a doctor so hardly lessened that look of confusion upon his features. His ability to perceive sickness or hurt was, to some extent, decently formed and yet her assurance she was not hurt only seemed to deepen that confusion as his mind so frantically attempted to sort through that new information to gain at least some understanding. Raven's hand released his own then. Her mentions of 'puppy' or 'kitten' prompting a tilt of his own head.

His wife's fingers began to cross nervously over one another. That gesture long since having become familiar to Tobias and yet his ability to understand just what she was anxious about remained decidedly limited. The man once more pausing to search that area for some immediate, visible threat. Raven's efforts to explain her frequent use of the bathroom and her sudden sensitivity to scents prompted Tobias' dark gaze to return to his wife's own. That change in Raven's habits had, of course, been noted by the ever-observant Leopard and yet the man had simply come to assume that Raven behaved differently in a different house. His head nodded all the same. Raven reached for the album in her hands then, the woman tracing over those letters- a favoured habit of Tobias himself before she turned to the page with the 'bird' Tobias had so enjoyed the night she had given it to him. That page, however, had changed. A new photograph had been added to its pages. One Tobias struggled to comprehend as his head tilted to the side as if this might provide a better look somehow. The nervousness in Raven's voice hardly lessened as she hurried on. The woman insisting it was a photo of a baby. A puppy or a kitten. Tobias' gaze shifted from that photo, to Raven and back again. The lanky deviant prone to silence for several long moments as he struggled to comprehend that new information. A memory of sorts so seeming to turn within the depths of his mind. He remembered this. He remembered Nadya. Those fractured images rapidly began to take form within his thoughts as the first light of understanding seemed to grasp at his mind. Tobias' gaze, this time, shifting to stare directly toward Raven's stomach. The first, faint hints of a simper tugging at his lips.

"This is....the baby?"

His hand pointed toward that picture then. His gaze shifting from Raven to the picture and back once more. Tobias sought to assure himself he had understood that concept entirely. That knowledge of just where babies came from, after all, had been expanded significantly by Nadya's pregnancy. Tobias, seemingly, having retained that memory well.

"When will we....get to....have it?"

Just when that baby was going to arrive, it seemed, was a critical piece of information. Tobias clearly anticipated that Raven would have an exact answer for such a thing. The man was distinctly keen to know just when he could meet that child. His interest so clearly ensnared by that concept.

"What is....the baby...called?'

Tobias, after all, so possessed a distinct desire to understand the names of things, or indeed, to assign them names if they lacked them. What that baby was named, it seemed, was suddenly of critical concern.

"I...want to...all it......Duck Tetra Raven Tobi...Cain."

Because Duck Tetra Raven Tobi Cain was, if nothing else, decidedly unique.