The sudden change in size within the female wolf sees the lithe leopard pause momentarily, scowling slightly in as best a leopard may be given to do so as the creature very near seems to become his own size, golden eyes blinking lazily before he prepares to launch himself at her once more, determined to continue his defeat of her when he feels that brush against his mind, the pack bond so readily announcing itself as Nadya emerges, his name upon her lips as he turns towards her, a rumbling greeting of a growl caught within his throat before he is suddenly slammed into by another wolf. The scent of Lucian readily hits his nostrils as forelimbs reach to wrap around the wolfs neck as he allows himself to be very near knocked down, embracing the other man entirely in this moment as he playfully bites into the thickened fur of the brindled wolfs scruff, a purr of satisfaction in Lucians presence released as he scrambles back upward. He likes Lucian, willingly tolerates his presence and indeed in the nights in which Tetra is absent and Nadya loses patience with his restless pacing he is often content to seek the older wolf- if only for the intrigue the other man provides, the boy yet to tell Nadya that it is within Lucian's warehouse store they have been sleeping, that the money he brings home on occasion are also Lucians doing, Tobias seeing little need to inform either of his pack-mates about his....business associate. That he knows the wolf however, is entirely obvious by the manner in which he accepts him, springing after him once more, the action alone surely an answer to Birdie's question as one paw reaches to bat at the brindled wolfs shoulder, seeking to knock him down again and steal back the football- before the wind delivers a veritable myriad of other scents.

Despite his volatile nature of often outright aggressive manner- there are few here whom he does not know, his ability to 'win over' other Were's a truly astounding thing and one he is content to display as he brushes against Lucian, long tail flicking against him, seeking to draw him forward, to have follow as he breaks into a lope once more, heading now for Nadya and the Werefox whom has cringed back towards her. It is with a rather sudden and extreme pounce that the boy introduces himself, landing suddenly beside the Werefox with a purr of satisfaction, oblivious to the fact she may not recognise him in this form as he very near smothers her as h had done in his human form.

Pretty....came back!

His obsession with her fur, evidently, remains intact as he moves to sit beside Nadya, allowing his side to rest against her own in momentary contentment, tail flicking beneath the glow of the moon as he waits for Lucian and Birdie to drift closer, the females wolfs evident fright causing his own head to tilt as he simply snorts in response to the fearful scent that leaks from her very being.

Other cats are....my pack. This is....Naddy. Tetra is....in forest. Tetra is Leader. Naddy this is....Bridie and Pretty...and Lucian...I do not...hate them.

That he 'does not hate them' is perhaps his version of 'friends', content to offer something by way of introduction as he rests beside the Jaguar, the tension in her own form perhaps causing the spotted male to shift with some form of absorbed discontent, attention returned to the football within Lucian's jaws before it would seem his motives change entirely once more, the approach of another seeing his fur bristles as he spits violently, a feral hiss part free of his lips as he whirls towards Ezra, claws momentarily flashing within the dim glow of the moonlight as they rake the air mere inches from the spotted she-cat. He dislikes the snow leopard, refuses to tolerate her as Naddy does- the snow leopard indeed one of the many topics the hard-headed par are determined to fight about as he seeks to ward her away now, one shoulder thrown sharply against her as he snarls once more- that she is unwelcome in his presence entirely clear before he seems content to stalk off into the darkness like a petulant child. If Nadya wanted the she-cat, let her have her, Tobias refuses to associate with her. She is not pack- she is nothing. He stalk rapidly breaks into a lope as he moves to traverse the field, the boy a veritable boomerang when it comes to Tetradore, seeking to return over and over again no matter how far away he should wander, muscles bunching as he leaps upward to land in the branches beside him, reclining with callous ease in this moment beside his favoured being, a satisfied purr once more returned to his throat as the gold of his gaze looks momentarily back across the field.

Are you going to....leave me again...later?

This thought is directed to Tetradore alone as he rests beside him, eyes turning lazily upon him once more before they drift back to Nadya, content to watch over her from his new position. He may be given to fight with her constantly, yet she is still pack, still his to protect and guard. Yet his attention is more focused upon the panther tonight. Tobi has become increasingly intolerant, it would seem, of his Leaders continued disappearance and commands for him not to follow. His is an obedient creature- to an extent, yet he is rapidly losing patience with being....left behind over and over. He had become the other mans very shadow as a child and as such he cannot understand why it is they cannot return to this way of life, the way brothers should be. Tetra and Naddy....are his family and he simply desires to be with them as pack as. His attention, perhaps fortunately, is suddenly seized by movement upon the field, near the tree line itself, golden eyes widening as he lifts eagerly atop the branch, eyes fixated upon the small spotted Serval.

Look Tetra....a kitty-pet. Do you...want to chase it?

That it is not, in fact, a housecat as he seems to believe has clearly escaped his attention, the powerful leopard descending from the tree in a rush to land beside the unfortunate and timid seeming Ian, one paw reaching out to slap it's rear with enough force to knock the smaller Were down before he leaps back a pace or so, crouching down in a highly predatory hunting pose.

Run kitty-pet...we want to...chase you.

They had chased house cats as cubs, so why Tet would not want to chase this one he cannot possibly understand, another growl coiling its way free of his throat as muscles bunch and tense, prepared to leap at the Servel again in an effort to panic it into a blind run- purely for his amusement- and Tetradore's. He is, if anything, an undyingly loyal friend- if not slightly deranged.

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