It is not a particularly difficult opponent, the other man well below the skill-set of the Leopard and yet Tetradore had bet three rounds, the golden gaze of the cat continuing to look up towards his companion, waiting for the subtle flick of the mans wrist to indicate it was time to end the fight- the boy incapable of counting and as such he relied entirely upon his chosen leaders gestures to know when to dispatch his opponent, continuing to down the stag until Tetradore afforded him a signal to end it. He knows most assuredly that he will be rewarded for doing as commanded of him, the taste of sweet, chocolate chip cookies the only reward he truly seeks as his claws unsheathe once more, slicing downward- opening a gash within the stag's shoulder before Tetradore finally affords him some sign to finish the match. He has been toying with the creature so far, affording it the chance to believe it is winning, playing a game his companion had taught him so well and yet now he seeks to end it. He twists aside from the swing of horns, lunging upward to land atop the stags back and bring it down beneath his weight a moment later to the riotous applause of the crowd. For several moments the gangly leopard is content to parade himself about before lunging from the ring, bounding up the stairs and towards the private balcony above to collect the cookies Tetradore has promised him before loping hurriedly towards his room.

It is a rare thing indeed that any of his cookies last even this long and yet the boy has taken to saving at least one for Charles, the boy leaping into his hammock now in search of his most beloved of companions, a cookie saved for his puppy within his jaws- only to find his hammock empty of his beloved dog. For a moment the jungle cat is simply confused, head tilted about, searching for his Charles, paws treading upon something beneath the blankets as he does, hauling them back to discover the ratty white dogs head, its dishevelled pink bow still sitting upon it. For a moment the leopard merely stares, the cookie dropped from his mouth as he searches for any sign of the dogs body- assured his beloved pet had once possessed one, his bottom lip shaking ever so slightly in a truly...vulnerable moment. Charles had been a gift, one the boy valued deeply, one paw moving to bat at the useless head of toy before the scent of Nadya makes itself known. The leopard lowers his muzzle, inhaling the scent once more, a hiss spat from his lips before his own power engages, seeking the rest of Charles- his power zeroing in instantly upon its location a he lunges from the bed.

Heavy paws carry the boy swiftly through the ark and up to the top deck, barrelling outdoors and towards the girl whom sits upon the crate, picking apart the stuffing from the very toy she has stolen. He does not understand her own irritation, he does not comprehend her own rage or inner turmoil. He sees only what can be seen, understands only that his toy had been taken and broken at her hands and as such he simply seeks retribution. His lunge is as swift as it is silent, colliding with the girl heavily, seeking to knock her from the crate entirely and pin her beneath him in a manner he knows she dislikes. His claws remain retracted, even despite his irritation he understands well the implication of pack and as such makes no move to harm her beyond the force of his lunge as his jaws part, reaching down to grasp the dog in her hands and haul it from within her grasp before leaping abruptly off her. He stalks several paces away before lowering himself to the deck, jaws parting to lick at the dog as he would a wounded kitten, seeking to soothe it apparent wounds with an almost tender care as his tail flicks in irritation.

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