The sharp glare of Tetradore's gaze towards him is hardly missed, Tobias submissively averting his own golden eyes in an effort to prevent any of the Alpha's irritation falling upon himself in those moments that follow- his form lowering ever so slightly within the same instant. As if to assure the panther he held no intention of placing himself between him and the wolf. He is protective of Raven, entirely so and yet he had learned his own lesson so very well all that time ago. The single and only instant in which he had ever struck at Tetradore with the intent to harm him in a show of disobedience having resulted in the single scar upon his neck, the place no fur would grow within his leopard form and where his skin remained distinctly discoloured in his human skin from Tetradore's acidic fangs biting into him by way of punishment. The single mark left from such an incident however had not been near so traumatizing for the cat as the weeks that had followed- Tetra having refused to feed him any more then the scraps from his meal, refusing to allow him to sleep on the floor of his room- countless nights spent lying outside his Alpha's bedroom door in the hope he may be allowed back in. Tetradore entirely capable of holding a grudge for weeks on end and it is this.......this Tobias will never risk again, the boy incapable of suffering his companions displeasure in such a fashion a second time. It is not his place to intervene here and now. Raven had been disobedient. Unless the panther sought to kill the wolf, an action Tobias would not permit, the boy will simply remain where he is, watching over and yet unmoving. He does not understand Raven this day, cannot fathom her actions and yet he understands her punishment.

Samantha's sudden appearance sees his attention shift, the girl attempting to push against Tetradore before moving to stroke at Raven's fur, a rumble of warning rising readily within Tobias though it is hardly an effort to display his own displeasure with the girl. Indeed- he can feel Tetra's disdain in this moment and it is this he responds to. The lanky Leopard rises with ease once more, pressing his own form between Samantha and Raven, seeking to press the fae girl back and away, moving her out of reach of Raven and Tetra both- quite content to hold her back now. Unable to perceive perhaps, that Samantha will fail to understand just what is occurring, offering her no explanation for why he aims to remove her and why he will not intervene. Any attempts the fairy should make to return to the wolf met with a distinct growl of displeasure.

His own form however remains tense, uneasy, anxious perhaps to have the panther over his companion still as he watches with gaze unblinking, dimly aware of Tetradore's affinity pressing into the wolf before it is rather suddenly and unexpectedly turned upon himself. A hiss of irritation is spat readily from his lips and yet that fear readily grips him, his form crouching readily now in response to it, form curling inwards as much as he is capable of in an effort to protect himself from a danger he cannot truly see before his gaze averts away from the panthers teeth pressed into the neck of his Birdie. He remembers that pain entirely well. The fear pressing upon him keeping him entierly at bay, though surely he would have made no move regardless- his mind, fractured though it is- understands this alone. It is only when the affinity of the panther finally releases from upon him that the spotted cat seeks to rise at last, Raven's stuttered apology echoing within the air before the wolf abruptly flees. For several moments Tobias is merely content to watch her go before his long limbs carry him at last away from Samantha and towards Tetradore. His form presses against his companion in a manner almost affectionate- seeking, perhaps, to assure himself he still retained his Alpha's favour if nothing else before meeting the panthers gaze once more.

I....bring her....back....later.

It is all he offers, pressing his forehead against the panthers own in a decidedly cat-like gesture from one pack mate to another, assuring himself Tetradore would afford him permission to go after Raven, before loping off and after the wolf.

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