He could feel the connection the moment the shift took over the two. Tobias was first, his mind brushing against Tetradore's in a fashion that was uniquely his. There was no real way to describe the content chaos that made up the deviant thought pattern except to say that Tetradore was always able to instantly recognize it. Nadya came second, that connection falling into place with a strange familiarity that only family could possess. He felt the firm pressing of her head against his chest, pushing his chin upwards as her feminine figure slid against his. For a brief moment, Tetradore felt the presence of a kind of tranquility he hadn't ever quite experienced before. For so long he'd kept himself away from any others of his kind and when they did appear within his life in a simultaneous fashion he'd fretted over how he was going to keep them safe from the life he had gotten himself wrapped within. Finally, there was no fear of them being stripped away from him. Finally he actually had a place that he belonged - and yet, even that feeling was so incredibly fleeting.

It surprised him at first, the image that was painted across the forefront of his brain, causing the panther to pause, his emerald gaze flickering closed as he tried to focus on bringing the strange image into focus. It took him a moment to recognize what he was seeing, the image shocking within itself as he saw clothes fly from the familiar forms of his companions. He could feel Nadya rubbing against him, her figure pressing into his and it was enough to bring a deep low growl from his throat. Tetradore remained perfectly still, his attention far from the present and instead focus upon the series of images that filtered into his mind, it was like a motion picture dancing across the fore front of his brain and for a brief moment, somewhere deep within him, Tetradore feared that Risque had returned to continue her incessant torture. He watched in muted silence as their dance turned more intimate and rough and with every gesture the fur upon his neck and spine bristled.

Abruptly, the images in his mind changed, shifting to Nadya alone within a strange extravagant bedroom. He watched her settle upon a plush bed before another strange figure came into view. He hardly recognized the man that leaned over her, but what he he saw the fangs sink into her flesh, he saw her hand curl into a fist into the bed sheets beneath her as her other hand began to explore him. Tetradore could feel the snarl that dance across his features as the scene within his mind shifted again only this time he recognized the parties involved. He saw Tobias and the curly haired woman he'd met within the zoo. He watched them curled up together in a hammock, he saw their lips pressed against one another and then -- it was all over. Slowly his emerald eyes opened, just enough to feel Tobias tail flick across his short ebony fur. Before he knew it, Tetradore had closed the distance between himself and the leopard, having forcefully pushed his sister away from his form. He threw his weight upon Tobias, using his much heavier form to push the boy down until Tetradore was standing quite literally on top Tobias, his emerald eyes narrowed and cold as he stared down at the figure of who was once his friend.

"I told you to watch my sister. I told you to keep an eye on her. I did NOT tell you to fuck her." Effortlessly he found Tobias mind, vehemently pressing those images into Tobias' head. He knew all too well that the boy's grasp on language was hardly solid by any means. Images were the best fashion to show what he meant and it was exactly what Tetradore was capable of doing. Subconsciously his body reacted to the fury that flowed through his veins, his saliva already coated with that acid mixture. His fangs were bared, his ears pressed back against his skull. There were very few times within his life that Tetradore could truly state that he'd been outraged and rarely did such strong emotion ever end well.