For several moments the spotted cat lingers atop the railing at the back of the ship they called home, watching the wolf make her retreat into the nest of warehouses and docks they had once lived within. His head turns, peering back into the depths of the Ark, feeling ready for that pack bond, assuring Tetradore knew entirely where he aimed to go before lunging down and onto the gangplank. His long, lanky form leaps easily atop a dumpster before propelling himself upward and onto the roof of the nearest warehouse. He had called this district home for years now, staked out his own territory here before even Tetradore, the Leopard merely having shifted to yield to his companion in such things and yet his knowledge of the west remains assured- the boy launching himself atop roof after roof in pursuit of the wolf below. For so many years he had been a veritable scourge upon the west side, near every fisherman and wharfie forewarned of the leopard that plagued the docks at night pilfering fish and seafood from unsuspecting humans are those few supernatural's whom plied a trade beside the sea. The Ark and the return of Tetradore, had fortunately, put an end to his night time wanderings in search of food and yet he remembers much of his territory still. That he had not relinquished.

Tonight however he pays no attention to the fisherman or those gangs that litter the dockyards at night, his attention fixated upon the wolf he chases after. He is confused, still, by her actions and yet within those final moments her demeanour had returned to something he understood, the creature he knew had returned- his mind readily perceiving this change and indeed it is this that sees him chase after her now. His own neck has been marked with Tetradore's acid, the boy aware of the pain of such a thing and yet he had made no effort to stop it all the same. For all he cares for his mate, for all the affection and possession that exists between the pair such a battle had not been his own to fight. The law of Were is understood even by his own fracture mind. Birdie had displeased Tetradore, struck out against him, such a thing is the right of Alpha to act on and as such Tobias had intervened only when needed- helping his companion to bring down the giant wolf in the midst of her feral state though such a state confuses him still, his mind unable to understand why she had become as such, why she had not listened. Always his companion has heeded him before, always she has understood her place and indeed much within the Leopard remains ill at ease, thoughts contorted from this break with that which he knows, that which he understands of his Birdie.

He passes easily into the warehouse, Raven's own power borrowed in these moments to assure his ability to follow her through the cold and empty building, his own affinity assuring him of her location as he moves into the bedroom, paws padding atop the cracked, aged floor before those golden eyes peer beneath the bed and into the gloom in which the girl has tucked herself, his own form lowering to his belly now though his head tilts all the same in some manner of confusion for this behaviour. For all she had done tonight she had hardly harmed him or Tetra or Sam beyond healing, Tobias understanding entirely that this Birdie is not that Birdie, the scent of them is different, his fractured mind readily seeing those fractured pieces of herself for what they are and as such there is no manner of agitation within him towards her. Such fights are done and over and such is the nature of the deviant that he does not dwell upon it. Seeking now only to understand why she has run to hide beneath a bed not nearly so comfortable as their own.

Birdie....what are you....doing?

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