He is entirely too caught up within his game to notice that ever so subtle shift within his canine companion, some part within him aware of her discomfort, that subtle shift in her demeanour that instinct alone warns him off and yet his mind perhaps, lacks the capability to addresses it. A rumbling growl, one playful in tone, echoes from within his throat, allowing Jackal to drag him forward several feet via the chair he gripped before hauling backwards, very near jerking the Mexican man to the ground, the unfortunate fellow content to cuss at him in rather loud Spanish and yet- this was a game they played more often than not. The tone of the little man assuring him entirely that he was not nearly as angry as he was amused. Though whether he had been would surely have mattered little to the spotted cat. Tetradore alone possessed authority over him. All others simply existed to be ignored. The sudden, sharp snarl from the wolf however abruptly sees Tobias release his hold upon the chair, dark eyes slicing towards the girl. For all his human form lacks, there is little his animalistic form misses. A warning growl rising within his own throat. He is...confused by the behaviour of his companion, his mind unable to connect her actions with that which he knows of the woman and yet instinct responds all the same, disliking her actions, tail lashing in warning and yet it comes too late.

Raven lunges for Jackal well before the spotted jungle cat can make any attempt to defend him, Tobias stepping backward in surprise before those dark eyes suddenly narrow once more, a hiss spat from his lips in response to the screaming sound that fills his ears and sees them flatten atop his skull. He hates screaming. The sound burning upon his brain, agitation rapidly searing within his veins before an outright roar erupts from within the cat, the sound deafening, several staff members halted in their tracks as a sudden silence eclipses the space.

Bride....must....stop

Raven's jaws release the Mexican man, Jackal hurriedly moving to back away and tend to his wounds as the wolf presses only closer to the agitated leopard, pressing her bloodied muzzle into him though his form only stiffens at her touch. He does not understand. Cannot perceive this shift and snap within her mind. Raven...does not bite. This he knows. Raven does not snarl. This is not his Birdie and he cannot perceive it, frustrated confusion biting against him before he shifts suddenly once more, head and tail lifted abruptly upward as he presses his chest into her own, a rumble within his throat demanding her attention. He is seeking her submission, for perhaps the first time he is seeking to force his position over his very own girlfriend, softly perhaps, yet asking her to lay down all the same. He does not understand why she does as she does- yet he understands the rules of the Ark. He understands Tetradore's desires- his faith in his oldest companion absolute. For all he is and all he is not- the boy is not a poor Second, not truly, animal instincts far more potent in this moment as he seeks to force the girl down. His mind searching for Tetradore's own, seeking to summon his companion. Tobias aware of his chosen Alpha's impending approach.

Birdie....stop.

The sight of Samantha however, seems to infuriate the wolf before him, whatever hold he had managed to achieve over her entirely forgotten as she lunges away from him, another snarl of disdain spat from his lips at her disobedience before he plunges suddenly after her- a cry of warning sent forcefully towards Tetradore's own mind in some attempt to warn the panther. The wolf moves far more quickly than she normally does, the lanky leopard forced to extend his stride, muscles bunching beneath himself as the wolf lunges, Tobias lunging a mere moment later- his own animal form far more designed for such things, hunters instinct assuring him of her target. His own target shifts, Tobias lunging over Raven, his own form aiming to collide with Samantha's, seeking to knock the fae girl down and away from the wolf, his own powers extended, stolen from the wolf herself as the boy seeks to wrap both himself and the fae girl in shadow armour, shielding her from any fall she may have had and from any attack Raven may still try to land.

He lands easily upon his own feet, seeking to wrap his form about Samantha in whatever position she may well have been in, his very body a shield from the wolf. Doing as he is trained to do. Protecting what is Tetradore's. Leaving the man free to engage the wolf, a rumbling growl vibrating through his form all the same, one ear turned towards his Alpha- waiting some further order to either continue to protect Samantha or attempt to stop Raven. Mind reaching once more for Tetradore's own.

Birdie is....not.....listening to.....me.





((I wasn't totally sure what I should or shouldn't do so if anything needs changing let me know!))

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