Her fingers attempting to grip the toy are no match for the deviants own power within this form, hauling his beloved toy (or what was left of it) away from the girl as he prances back across the dock to seat Charles between his paws and attempt to groom the little stuffed dog, as if such loving care may somehow restore the animal to its former glory. He is aware of Nadya's shift, one ear flicking towards her and yet he pays the girl no attention, tail flicking in disdain. Her approach however is entirely unwelcome, a snarl rising in his throat, attempting to ward the girl away before she lunges. A hissing retort spits from his lips as his own teeth lunge to grasp Charles once more, Nadya seeming to have the same idea. For several moments the scrap of fur is hauled between them, each hard muscle in the lanky leopard pulled taut as he hauls backwards and yet the toy, it seems, is destined to give out far before either cat. What remains of Charles explodes in rather dramatic fashion, Tobias stumbling backwards with the force as golden eyes peer upward at the raining stuffing, one paw lifting to bat at it almost momentarily. The destruction of his toy momentarily forgotten in the wake of this apparent new game. Though it is desperately short lived.

Nadya's words within his mind , see his own lips pull back from his teeth, baring them towards the girl now. He would never harm her, not truly, the pack bond alone prevented it along with his own fractured assurance of his own mind that Nadya was something to be protected, even if she continued to grate against him and his patience. She was his sister after all, in some sense of the word, Tobias content to obey such a rule. Her words however, see him pause, Leopard head tilted to the side, mind desperately attempting to understand the words spat towards him. He understands the word 'lie' in some capacity. Raven content to attempt to explain it over and over and yet whether or not he can apply such knowledge to a past situation remains to be seen. Tobias, after all, lives truly within the present, the boy often appearing to have no memory of an hour ago, let alone several days and yet, on occasion he seems to possess a knowledge of years before. His mind is a truly wondrous thing in some aspects and yet in this singular point in time he simply cannot comprehend Nadya's words. His gaze lingers on her as she lifts herself atop a crate, his own tail flicking in irritation before it seems a singular scrap of realisation settles somewhere within the expanse of his mind.

Ring not.....for killing......Naddy....tried to kill.....Tobi did not.....make her.

That he will not, it seems, apologize for any of the wrongs she has perceived he has done is evidently clear. The fault was her own. Tetradore's anger aimed at whoever Tetradore decided and Tobias simply does not question such a thing. After all, to the mind of the Leopard Tetradore was entirely infallible. His gaze returns once more to the remanets of his once treasured toy, agitation running thickly trough his veins all the same.

Charles.....is dead.

He simply announces it as if it is a fact, staring at the mangled body of the creature as Nadya assures him she desired him to feel as she does. It is a wasted effort perhaps, after all the boy is near incapable of such depth of thought or emotion. He does not, cannot, feel her grief and frustration and loss. His mind is not designed as such. He feels agitation at the loose of his toy, anger towards her for it and yet his mind knows already Tetra will buy him a new one. He shall simply demand it. He does not know he misses his children, he cannot consider what does not exist before him, he wonders where they have gone to be sure and yet he believes, simply, that they will return as all things tend to return to him. It is a simple existence perhaps, sad in some fashion and yet by that same token it renders him immune to so much.

Why is....Naddy....sad?

It is a seemingly harmless question, Tobias beginning to stride forward and towards her as speaks, claws retracting inwards once more.

Is Naddy....sad....because......horse is....not here? Maybe horse.....does not.....like Naddy.

He has learned only that the mention of 'horse' seems to upset the girl any time it is brought forward and indeed in this moment he deliberately seeks to upset her simply because he can- the boy not truly capable of understanding even his own words. He merely speaks them in an effort to irritate her.

Naddy is....not very pretty.

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