Golden eyes move to shift backwards once more, the boy readily responding to the growing agitation in the panther behind him as his own ears shift backward, followed moments later by the turning of his skull to eye the black feline within the tree as she sees fit to answer the question for herself, the continued turf war between the leopard and panther surely the bane of the unfortunate Tetradores life and yet neither is truly willing to offer submission to the other, Tobias refusing to offer fealty to a woman while Nadya in turn refuses to be beneath a creature so entirely unhinged, neither capable of dominating the other and as such the result is a near constant bickering. Nadya alone is so often content to tell him off, her continued need to discipline him resulting in little more then his own growing agitation and desire to rebel against it. He is entirely used to having his own way, to being given what he wants whenever it is he desires it, even Tetradore perhaps, far more willing to allow whatever behaviour it is Tobias decides to display rather than bother to correct the boy and as such, to some extent perhaps- he is entirely spoiled, revelling in a near constant attention from his Alpha while utterly refusing to heed Nadya. She is beneath him, he is sure, her words earning her little more then a feral sounding hiss spat free of his lips as his own tail flicks in dislike.

His mind rapidly reaches for the words she offers, though indeed he understands little of her proclamation, unable to perceive the true intent of her stating her heritage and the Alpha blood that exists within it, his own pedigree something of a mystery and yet perhaps this shared upbringing ahs simply led the boy to his own beliefs of superiority. He has always been Tetra's second, Nadya little more then a child whom had sought to follow them about and indeed some part of the boy is still entirely trapped within this fraction of the past, so much of his mind seemingly frozen in time, still believing they are no more then children still playing games within the woods that had so often involved trying to hide from Nadya lest she spoil there fun, the few moments he has spent within her company as a child spent stealing her lollipop until ordered to return it, else seeking to destroy her stuffed animals in search of the meat he was assured had been within them- the boy little more then a feral pet that had taken up place beneath Tetradore's bed or on the rug within his room. Yet that feral pet had been Tetradores companion for so many years, his best friend and he is unwilling to relinquish the role he is certain is his alone, a low growl keening within his throat.

Tetra is....my brother....to and I...have blood.

That Naddy is not truly accusing him of having no blood has clearly not been understood, golden eyes narrowed as the panther leaps once more from the trees, her lifted and raised head and tail grating directly against him, these gestures of subtle dominance so readily understood be a creature whom understands little else save for the most basal of animal instinct. His own spotted form rises readily to his feet, his superior height and length affording him a naturally higher position, one he is content to display clearly now as his own tail flicks upward, claws pulled from there sheaths in a final warning to the panther that her behaviour agitates him before her words vibrate within his skull once more, that pack bond (and perhaps there previous activities) assuring the words slide readily and easily into his own mind as a more challenging growl parts his lips- one paw lashed suddenly forward to slice at her shoulder, entirely content to part flesh should the she-cat be to slow to move as his tail lashes wildly once more.

Naddy....talks to much

Any further assault he may have been content to offer is halted abruptly by the canine pressing at his side, her muzzle pressed into his shoulder, nuzzling with affection against his spotted side, attention drawn momentarily away from Nadya, oblivious to the fact the curly-haired woman seeks to do as he himself had done to Nadya mere moments ago, using her affection to sooth his mood in some attempt to distract him from his agitation. For a moment the Leopard seems almost indecisive, fractured mind struggling to wade through the fury that exists within him, the wolf's continued touches however, finally seeming to draw his mind to her alone as he turns away from the panther entirely- evidently having decided he no longer cares to speak with her at all, a low rumble resounding within his throat once more.

Birdie....come. We are...leaving.

Perhaps he is done with Nadya, for now, he is entirely assured Birdie alone is HIS thing, HIS possession and he is determined she, at least, will obey whatever command he sees fit to give.

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