The other felines claws rip and scrap at his thickened fur, her teeth gnashing against him, desperately seeking a hold and yet the feral male simply twists away as he so often does in the face of an enemy, neatly dodging her blows until he lands his own, fangs biting down into the nape of her neck as he drags her from the bushes and undergrowth to present to his companions, evidently quite pleased with his catch. He never fails, never misses and yet each time he seeks the praise he knows will come like a pet trained to perform. It would seem however, that Tetradore alone is given to appreciate his efforts, Nadya racing from her brothers side, disobeying his desire that she should remain before proceeding to launch herself into Tobi's shoulder, the impact of the she-cat's assault seeing the Snow Leopard dropped from his own jaws to leap away. His own lengthy tail lashes in clearly disapproval, jaws parting to hiss towards his pack mate, a growl rising in his throat as one paw suddenly flies sideways. Aimed at the young panthers head, entirely content to knock Naddy down completely- though this time he lacks the gentle play touch of before, the male having near reverted entirely into pack mentality and as such he is content to put Naddy firmly in her place- beneath him. If Tetra is Alpha, then he is Second and Naddy, at Third, is beneath him, she has caused him to drop his prey and as such he sees entirely fit to scold her for it, tail lashing once more before Tetradore's roar sees his own form flatten slightly in a mildly more submissive stance in some effort to appease him.




Another peeling rumble of discord is pulled from the tall leopards throat before he moves to step back, allowing Tetra to go ahead, the other man placing himself firmly between them and the she-leopard in a manner easily recognized as protective, Tobias moving in turn to place himself beside and slightly in front of Naddy, affording her the most protection, the girl clearly forgiven for her earlier disobedience. After all, Tobias always was volatile, his moods rapidly changing and as such his agitation is no longer directed towards her as he leans back upon his haunches slightly, dark golden eyes resting against the blue of the female snow leopard. For a moment his eyes drift from hers, ears flicking at the touch of Tetra's voice, gaze trailing along her form, head tilting slightly in some sort of.....appreciation for her pelt, seeming entirely enraptured with the spots that mark her frame, evident interest within his gaze, curiosity seen within his feline features as his ears slide forward again, leaning slightly closer as if to get a better view, having paid little attention to her in the moments before as he dragged her so ungracefully from the bush.




This interest however, lasts only so long as it takes him to become aware of Tetra's clear agitation with her, his own form bristling slightly as he rises to his paws once more, brushing against Nadya as he does with his shoulder, tail flicking against Tetradore's hip as he passes, his own form sliding like liquid gold across the earth to circle wider out, each lean muscle rolling and coiling as he does, breath rising like smoke in the cooler, afternoon air until he moves to position himself behind her, blocking her exit, keeping her sandwiched between himself and his male companion. He can taste her fear and anxiety, feel it in every part of himself and indeed that instinct within him feeds upon, his mind rapidly losing any ability to recognize her as predator, seeing only prey, something to be chased and chewed upon. He is so very untamed, so very far from...normal in any regard, animal instincts overpowering into that of a highly dominant predator that sees nothing but a victim before him. He will not respect what does not deserve it, what cannot force him to listen and obey and as such those golden eyes rove over the snow leopard once more, his long, lean frame stretching as lips part to allow his tongue to slide over the white of fangs with evident hunger, simply waiting for any signal from the black panther that he may chase her or launch upon her. She is not pack and as such he affords her no privilege, something about her has displeased Tetra and such continues to feed his aggression. He cannot understand Tetradore irrational paranoia, he does not ask for an explanation, merely allows his claws to slide and retract like sharpened knives into the earth in a manner decidedly threatening. It is fortunate perhaps, that the other man has enough authority to hold him back- at least for now.




Dark golden eyes deviate to Naddy briefly, before meeting Tetra's own once more, waiting for his judgment upon this creature, hoping indeed he will be allowed to chase her off or chew upon what he can catch, continuing to block her other exit. He desires to have this finished so he may return to his play with Naddy and the hunt they were upon the cusp of commencing.




I want to...play with her.




Wild dark eyes flick with every movement of the other leopard, his words, so innocent sounding holding something far darker in their intent. He never was...normal, his innocence within the world hiding something so very, very dangerous though it remains contained for now. After all, he does not desire Tet should be mad with him, nor Naddy collide with him again.

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