Nadya's teeth bared towards him see the leopard return such a favour, mimicking her expression to bare his own fangs in disdain, tail lashing violently atop the upper deck of the Ark they called home. The Panther's words slide easily into his mind, her abrasive tone only seeming to rile him further as a snarl rises within his throat. He understands some of what she says, at least, his mind recognises the words though whether or not he can combine cause and action to perceive the reason behind the female's irritation can hardly be said. His mind, perhaps, cannot comprehend such a level of comprehension and yet that she is irritated he surely understands. Her irritation aimed entirely at himself and yet it has been days since the incident with Tetradore, the deviant's mind so much like that of a child, so many events given to simply fade into obscurity within the confines of his fractured thought. He is silent for several moments more, head tilted in a manner almost pup-like as he paces forward, spotted pelt rippling with the muscle beneath in every stride. For all he lacks in his human form he is, if anything, an impressive example of an animal in the least.

Nadya......broke rules.....make Tetra mad.

He will not yield, it seems, not in this- his mind seeming to seize upon the barest thread of memory of this moment. Assured it is Nadya's fault and not his own. He had brought her to the ring, yet she had broken the rules of her own accord. Of this he is sure. Tetradore's anger had been at Nadya. Not at him and surely, surly this means it is Nadya's fault alone. Tobias assured that tetra was eternally correct in all he did, the boy's faith in their shared Alpha unfailing. Though indeed when it comes to Nadya he is often given to be abrasive, stubborn, his rank much as her own and as such the two were often content to push against each other in determination to be above one another. He adores her, in truth, yet his adoration is so often punctuated with a need to dominate. The line between animal and man decidedly thin within the creature. As thin as Nadya's own in these moments perhaps. The baiting words the boy offers readily see the woman react, her tail puffing outward in disdain, the golden eyes of the leopard resting upon her, absorbing each and every reaction of the female. The boy decidedly observant when he should choose be- his hidden intelligence for those things which are not said so often underestimated. Yet in this single moment he merely seeks to irritate her. He is a shameless mimic, if nothing else, content to mirror Nadya's mood right back at her. After all, it is debatable how much of Tobias is truly himself and how much is simply mimicry of others, remembered phrases, words and expressions placed together.

Nadya's paw lashes out suddenly towards him, colliding with his cheek as he hisses and spits, hauling his head backwards and away from his companion and the Mother of his children, a caterwaul erupting from within his throat. The Leopard is hardly hurt, more so he simply seeks to express his displeasure in this situation, though he keeps his distance now, seated away from her, dark ears flicking atop his head as she moves atop her crate and his gaze simply lingers on her.

I like the.....sex game. It is a....good game.

His fractured words find her once more, assuring her of this, the boy honest if nothing else, merely speaking the words upon his mind. Nadya had taught him the sex game, one he had come to value, one he desires still and yet Birdie is not as Nadya. His touches and presses do not stir within the wolf what they had within the feline before him, Raven more capable perhaps, of resisting the subtle coaxing touches of her spotted boyfriend. It has been......months, more then Tobias can truly count in any fashion since he had last engaged in such a game and yet he remembers it still. This lesson not forgotten. Micah and Isabella a bond unbroken between the pair- a living bond that bound the pair so eternally even if they had long since parted in their affections for one another.

Dance?

Either he does not understand the word or the implication of her mention of the burlesque, Tobias never having been within such a place. Surely it is for the better. The boy given to be protective of his pack and those within it, the idea of Nadya dancing before the eyes of so many others sure to irritate the boy. Other men, after all, seem to rile him when they linger too close to Nadya or Raven both. His words continuing to irritate her, Tobias taking some pleasure from the rise and rise in her displeasure like a child content in his tease of her and the horse she so seems to like. For all the obscurity he is not blind to all things. He understands possession, he understands other men to some extent. He knows something of the horse even if Nadya seems determined to believe his fractured mind does not. It is merely fortunate perhaps- that he does not know all, Tobias oblivious to the coveted pictures of Frost upon her phone, his own children held in the arms of the stallion. The boy time and again given to display his possession of the children as much as he does Raven. After all- they are his things.

The Panther lunges, landing behind him upon the deck as his own form turns to follow her, her shoulder slamming into his chest as one paw lifts to strike at her in retaliation as she continues to slam against him and his form braces upon the deck. She continues, over and over, until Tobias simply stands, leaving her to beat uselessly against him as his golden gaze lingers upon her, each strike less and less. He is...confused, perhaps, incapable of perceiving this emotion, this desperate defeated sadness that vibrates from within her. It is beyond his capabilities. He understands only that she is.....sad.

Where.....have kittens....gone?

It is her mention of them that seems, at last, to stir recognition within the boys mind. He does not miss what does not exist, Tobias forever destined to live within the present and yet her mention of such a thing sees him frown, head tilted once more, allowing the girl to press into his chest as she does.

Are...our kittens......coming back?

It is the first true display of any sense of care for them the man has displayed since their departure. He is used to being away from them, assured Nadya merely kept them in her room, that she would bring them out when it was his turn to play with them, his mind incapable of the understanding they had been sent entirely away because of him, for their own safety, because of the Ark itself. His form shifts, if only slightly, jaws parting to allow his tongue to rasp over Nadya's cheek and ear. It is an instinctive thing, her unhappiness clear, Tobias simply doing as cat's do, seeking to comfort the woman as nature and the pack bond dictates, smoothing her fur with each gentle caress and vibrating purr.
If kittens...not like boat.....you can take them to....house?

Why Nadya cannot simply return to living in the house with Isolt he does not know, the boy continuing to groom her fur with affection, this lull in their aggression seeming to have soothed to this action alone.

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

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