'You have to be good.' May well be the most futile of sentences in regards to the often overzealous Leopard, the boy generally content to ignore any command the woman seems fit to impress upon him. He has become calmer perhaps, in the wake of far more animalistic instincts demanding from him a desire to protect her- to remain close to her and yet much of his nature merely remains concealed beneath this façade of pleasantness the two seem to have found over the past few weeks, the boy so oblivious to the effect of the pheromones that exist about the panther all the same. He knows he cannot tumble her, bite her or knock her down as he would once of have done, Tobias believing that this may be because of her rather large size- assured that should the girl fall down....she may very well roll like a ball and that neither his Alpha nor Naddy herself may well approve of her being rolled about. The notion of pregnancy still remains somewhat beyond his mental reach, not fully comprehending the result of his actions in this regard nor exactly capable of the perception of his unborn cubs within her and thus her increased size. His mind, it would seem, has accepted her pregnancy as merely another word for 'gaining weight', where or how these kittens will arrive he hardly knows, his mind, likewise, merely having accepted their will be kittens and yet he asks no further questions on the matter. He has no desire, it would seem, to press his mind further then it need be pressed.

The woman relenting to his command to stay sees a purr of pleasure roll through his throat as her rests atop his high placed perch, long tail flicking and curling in contentment as he continues to watch over her as she leans against the boulder before proceeding to 'waddle' once more. He has become used to her slow pace and unusual way of walking, the boy simply having adjusted his perception of her to include these traits as those ever golden orbs rest upon her now with the diligence of a predator and it's prey. The sudden, sharp inhalation by the woman sees one black-rimmed ear shift towards her, head tilted slightly in curiosity at this sound before Nadya continues to walk and Tobias returns to resting his head upon his paws in his guardian position some meters above- watching out and over the forest as a whole. The second cry from the woman is far sharper, the head of the Leopard lifted in clear concern now, the note of pain within her cry readily detectable by the feline as his muscle coil, sending the boy leaping from the tree now to land back atop the earth, padding towards his pack mate. The sudden presence of 'water' however- sees the cat halted within place, confusion marking his features now as he shifts warily, mind utterly unable to perceive how this has occurred aside from the fact the woman is clearly....leaking.....somehow.

It is the third and final cry of pain as Nadya doubles over that seems to see the Leopard spurred forward once more, large, heavy paws brought to her side now as those golden eyes so desperately seek signs of any sort of wound upon her- assured Tetradore will be furious with him should she somehow have been harmed on his watch. He cannot perceive internal pain, cannot understand that what hurts simply cannot be seen in this moment as his heavy form leans against her own, muzzle nosing at her in an exploratory manner before her desire to go back sees him press more firmly against her in an effort to aid this attempt and guide her back the way they had come.

He is many things- perhaps, yet a bad pack mate is surely not one, the creature entirely capable of perceiving physical pain, even if not understand the source- his determination to protect her seeing the man readily attempt to return her to her home now- else back to the ark and the rest of their pack. He moves from her only to circle her, a if to assess each direction for potential danger before leaning against her again as a support of sorts, determined to guide his injured pack mate back home....

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