There exists within the lanky leopard, a moment of satisfaction at having managed to knock his companion to the ground, attempting to hold him there long enough for Jackal to declare the first round his own- the little Mexican only having just lifted his hand when Tetradore shifts beneath him. The panther is the far more muscular of the two, Tobias faster, more agile and yet lacking the raw power of his companion as the boy is very near lifted upward, claws scrabbling at the floor in a useless effort to stop Tetradore rearing upward on his hind limbs. For several moments Tobias is unable to decide whether to try and spring away from the panther or merely hang on- before Tetradore suddenly springs upward, twisting mid-air to come crashing down on his side- taking Tobias with him. The panther lands entirely upon the belly off the Leopard, winding him momentarily as Tobias gasps, struggling beneath him in a failing effort to lift himself before Jackals hand lifts again- affording them an even score of one each.

He hisses in dissatisfaction, tail lashing, his mind assured that it would not fall for this trick again. After all- the boy learns terribly quickly when he should choose to do so. For now however he simply desires to get out from beneath his companion, the boy twisting, hind legs scraping against the matter in an effort to pull himself forward before freeing enough of his front end to reach towards Tetradore's own head, one paw grasping his companion's muzzle, pulling it towards him before his own jaws part. His saliva-coated tongue runs the length of Tetradore's face, leaving a trail in it's wake- Tobias aiming entirely to have the Panther attempt to pull away from him with such a gesture, snickering in delight as he does, scrambling out from beneath Tetradore to leap aside.

He pivots to face his chosen Alpha once more, loping about him now, circling within the ring, eyes flicking rapidly across the other man, searching for even the faintest hint of weakness or pattern to his movements that he does not already know, from so long living beside him, already exist. Each lean muscle ripples smoothly beneath his spotted gold hide, a rumbling, playful growl rising within his throat as he continues to circle. He makes several fake lunges, if only to test how Tetradore might react, sizing him up each and every time. For all that Tobias is, a poor opponent is surely not one of them, the boy assured he need only pin Tetradore one more time to win this game. He circles a final time, pace increasing, before the boy barrels suddenly forward and directly head on to his companion. He knows it is entirely likely the other cat will rear to meet him- it is, after all, the way cats fight upon their hind limbs, strength against strength and yet Tobias holds little true hope of matching the strength of the more muscular Alpha. He merely desires to have Tetradore lift upward to meet him, the Leopard suddenly ducking lower, very near aiming to crash tackle Tetradore around the middle, entierly like a football player, seeking to knock the other hopefully unbalanced cat backwards and onto his back with Tobias above him. If Tetradore had failed to rear upward at all, well, Tobias was merely going to collide with him head on- he always was rather hard headed.

He delights in such a game all the same, his joy for such a thing surely clear in his energy. Tetradore, after all, is his most favoured of beings, any time afforded alone with him- just them, without pack, without girls- is truly something the deviant treasures. Even in such games as this.

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