He is aware once more of that pressing cold returning, the feel of that woman's power so seeking to press against him in return and further spike his agitation as she sought to envelope that lanky deviant within that chilling embrace though such a thing will surely result in little more then a war of those momentarily shared affinities, Tobias further seeking to ensnare his hold of her own, using it to press directly back against her and keep that chill from himself. He is, however, hardly capable of preventing that water that begins to pool above him. Those small, wet droplets, inoffensive though they are, hold within them far more capability then even the tiger surely understands in that moment. That fractured creature cannot stand water in any fashion, the smallest of puddles often resulting in tantrums of monolithic proportions even without that water even touching his own ski. He is terrified of it. That terror so often transforming into utter rage in some effort to defend himself from a fear he does not fully understand. His fractured thoughts incapable of understanding his own affliction, those falling droplets so sure to unleash an episode of apocalyptic proportions and yet- they never manage to reach him. Dark eyes lift readily upward, following that tray that flies suddenly above his head, the boy eyeing it curiously before those fathomless eyes fall on Raven with a ready curiosity, unable to understand what game this was before his attention falls back upon that box upon the table. His curiosity in this almost childlike and yet he waits, as he has surely been trained to do, for Tetradore to step forward to examine- Tobias ghosting beside him as he does watching the man as he opens that box, his own dark eyes peering curiously within before his chosen Alpha speaks.

"Yes. Should have......should......have....should have."

He repeats his companion's words over and over, snickering slightly in delight at this game, dark eyes held upon the tiger all the same as he so begins to feel those stirrings within Tetradore all at once the boy entirely attuned to each of his pack mates in much the same fashion. It is Raven's sudden shift a moment later, the now giant wolf coming to stand behind them, that only further seems to delight the deviant boy. There is within that dark-haired creature an entirely predatory nature, one that so thrived upon those darker tendrils that existed even within his companions, some part of the boy utterly relishing those moments of cruelty he could stir within them if so allowed to. He can feel those threats within Tetradore's voice, just as he can feel that power within his own mate beginning to stir. One hand extends suddenly, reaching to press against Raven's muzzle, long fingers stroking through that fur. It is a curious gesture upon his own mate and yet it is almost as if he seeks to settle the wolf, if only slightly, words of no true meaning muttered between his lips as he does.

It is that sudden embrace of darkness that sees his own eyes flicker, Tobias moving so effortlessly amongst his companions now to place himself upon the opposite side of the woman, so silently sandwiching her between Tetradore and himself and so taking away any simple option for escape, the deviant boy responding entirely to those more animalistic desires the vibrate within the pack in that moment as if they seek to hunt the woman. It takes only the faintest touch of his own affinity to see his fingernails replaced but a moment later with those sharpened leopard claws, each of them taping upon that wooden table as his gaze continues to fixate upon her now in an entirely watchful fashion, attention deviating to Tetradore alone- so awaiting that command. So desperately desiring his Alpha might allow him to have this one.

"One....good....reason."

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