Her fingers tightening in the scruff oh his fur sees the boy shift slightly in discomfort, unsure as to why Nadya feels the need to do such a thing, a rumbling growl of discomfort forced from within his throat as he continues to press against her all the same- his understanding of pack and pain, perhaps, outweighing his desire to claw at her for such displeasing behaviour, her fingers grasping at his pelt the way a mother scruffs a disobedient cub. Her sudden pause beside the tree sees his own spotted frame halted, fractured mind desperately attempting to perceive what is occurring before him now as she claims she can simply go no further, head reaching forward to press against her in an attempt to move her all the same. Injury...sickness....is a weakness, one all predators feed upon and in such moments her evident weakness is displeasing to him. They are far from Ark and pack, those instincts within himself assuring him that Nadya, for whatever reason, cannot fight in this moment. She is weak- vulnerable and he dislikes this immensely, his own desire to protect only more assured as those large paws carry him back and away from her, no more then a stride or so as his mind attempts again to understand what is wrong or why she has seen fit to remove half her clothing, tossing her jeans to the side as the scent of blood sees his gaze fixate upon her fully once more.

The birth of children, for so many Fathers is perhaps rated amongst the greatest moments of their lives, a memory cherished as lovingly as the child itself and yet- for one whom cannot understand, cannot perceive the very nature of the birth he sees only the pain of his pack mate and sister, can only scent the blood and fear that rolls from Nadya in sickening waves that afflict every part of himself in a manner the both attracts and repeals him all at once. The bond of pack demands he remain beside her and yet instincts drives him away all at once, some more primal part of himself perhaps- holding a deeper understanding of what his human mentality has readily begun to perceive as Nadya's death. A yowl of panic readily parts the boys jaws now, the lanky leopard pacing before the girl in some manner of indecision, that potent scent of blood rapidly seeing his panic only begin to increase, fur rapidly beginning to recede to be replaced now by his human form- still dressed in his clothing from the day as wide dark eyes rest upon his companion now, fingers knotting together in nervousness- a trait he has learned from Birdie in moments if indecision.

"Kittens...coming from...where?"

It is perhaps clear now, just how entirely far above the concept of his children remains to the man, dark eyes searching rapidly around the clearing as if he truly expects to see two kittens emerge from the undergrowth, having failed to connect Nadya's condition with their imminent arrival as one hand runs back through the tangled mess of his hair- concern etched across his features, fearing Tetradore's wrath entirely should something happen to the girl he had been ordered to protect.

"Naddy...is sick?"

His words are barely audible above her cries, the shrill sound sending him back from her once more before the woman demands his shirt, features pulling into a frown now. The shirt he wears is by far one of his favourites, an Assassins Creed shirt no less, one the young man takes particular delight in- head shaking softly, refusing to offer up the shirt she demands before another wail seems to shake his resolve, fingers clutching at the hem to pull it up and over his head before handing it towards her and stepping back once more- the sheer amount of blood and distress upon the woman seeing the boy move suddenly towards her discarded jeans, upending them suddenly until he finds the object he I searching for- her mobile phone. He hardly knows how to use the device, staring blankly towards it for some moment before beginning to merely press every button he can. He has seen a phone used before- seen her bring Tetra with such a device and as such he seeks to do so now- a voice suddenly erupting from the phone seeing the boy stare once more. This is 911 what is your emergency?

"What?"
You've called 911, sir, what is your emergency?
"Naddy...stole my shirt!"
Sir, I don't understand, is this an emergency? Has a crime been committed?
"Naddy...took my shirt....but maybe she...is dying....she is...bleeding."
Is Naddy your friend? Where are you? Where is she bleeding?
"In the....forest. Naddy is my....pack...where is....Tetra? Naddy....is dying....."

A sudden yelp sees the phone hurriedly tossed from his hands, dark eyes drawn entirely towards the small infant that had seemingly appeared and lay wailing in Nadya's arms, the woman's cries of pain seeming to have subsided- if only for a moment as he simply stares. The blood and sounds are...overwhelming to him, the baby beyond him to understand as it screams and only seems to undo him entirely as one hand moves to wipe at his eyes, unable to understand this....liquid he finds there, a single drop or too merely running down his cheeks to fall so unnoticed upon the earth. He believes she is dying, believes he can do nothing to help her, believes his Alpha will never speak to him again as he merely looks on. He does not know how to help, does not know what to do, cannot leave her- after all, he had been commanded to watch over her as he simply continues to stare- this helplessness...frightening to him, fingers clutching at the watch about his neck as if he believes perhaps...Birdie may somehow be brought to him as Nadya only seems to start to cry out all over again and he shifts towards her, closer and closer still until he kneels beside her- refusing to look at the child at all, it's screams frighten him- the boy to panicked, truly, to allow his instincts to fully recognize his own child in this moment, one hand merely moving to hold Nadya's arm.

"Please....do not die..."

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