It was rare to find that lanky deviant so entirely asleep as he was that night, Tobias sprawled within that hammock beside his mate, the boy taking up far more than his fair share of such a bed. With the Ark long since closed and the dawn approaching the shaggy haired boy had finally lost interest in following the staff about, Tobias so often content to afford the staff all manner of orders on any evening Tetradore was out. The Leopard entirely content to assume his own rightful place as leader in his chosen Alpha's absence, delighting in so having the staff do as entirely as he asked even despite their agitation with him. None among them outside Jackal entirely willing to tell him 'no' a word that hardly ever seemed to placate the boy and only ever seemed to result in a childish tantrum without Tetradore to command him otherwise. For all Tobias supposed incapability's the man possessed a decided talent for manipulating those around him, especially in those moments in which he was separated from his companion, the young man having learned readily that outside of Tetradore there were few capable of affording him any command. They were afraid of him, a part of the feline relishing in that- never causing any true harm and yet that more predatory side, that distinctly darker instinct within him delighted in having others fear him. His volatile nature widely known within the Were-world.

Tonight however, the boy was entirely silent, the heat of his companion beside him seeming to have finally settled that ever tumultuous mind into a brief hour or so of sleep, Tobias rarely given to sleep for any truly long period of time, his rest often taken in short bursts wherever he happened to fall. He shifted slightly, one arm falling back across Raven within his sleep, his head resting against her shoulder before he stilled once more, his sleep lasting several more moments before his eyes began to flutter slightly, lashes parting abruptly as the dark of his gaze stared upward at the ceiling. For several moments the deranged boy merely stares, unblinking, form shifting ever so slightly as he becomes aware of a feeling of sorts. His features frown readily, the feeling foreign, confusing to him, frustration tugging at him as a series of muttered words spill from his lips before that feeling increases suddenly. A gasp of sorts is forced from his lips, Tobias scrambling to pull himself from the hammock and onto his feet, his fractured mind so incapable of processing this and yet instinct alone so seems to stir the boy into a state of ready distress, that pack bond so tugging desperately at him again as his hands reach readily for Birdie- shaking her suddenly now.

"Birdie.....Birdie! Is....Tetra....Tetra"

It is the first time perhaps, that panic has ever truly existed in the creatures voice, desperation so seeming to afflict his words as he shakes his mate into wakefulness now- that bond that so connected each of them in turn seeming to almost hurt within him in that moment, his eyes shutting suddenly as if some part of the boy was almost in pain, a sound Tobias has surely never made seeming to rise within his throat- something between a whimper and a cry. The feline so incapable of understanding this before he suddenly stumbles away from Raven once more, his desire to get to Tetradore overwhelming in that moment and yet it is as he turns that the very bond that had shocked him into wakefulness seemed to snap. The shout that erupts from within him echoes within that room, Tobias merely standing now, fathomless dark eyes fixated upon the wall though what he is staring at remains to be seen, the boy so deathly quiet, the lanky deviant entirely still in that moment- his affinity extended, searching for Tetradore, seeking to find his beloved companion though why he does he hardly knows. It is instinct alone that seems to prompt him, frustration suddenly etching upon his features, black eyes giving way to confusion in that moment, his gaze turning suddenly back upon his mate- watching her own features, trying to understand what is occurring in this moment before that pounding on the door begins.

He can scent Samantha upon the other side, her voice contorted with sobs and yet he hardly moves, bare feet held upon the ground, those fractured remnants of his mind so desperately struggling to piece together that which was occurring around him before his features suddenly and entirely crumble. He has not cried in years, not since his infancy, such an emotion simply absent within the boy. Tobias does not cry. He does not know how. He cannot remember it and yet it comes in that moment, a sob seeming to rack his entire body, the sound an utterly miserable wail before those tears roll from his eyes as they have not in years, his head falling into his hands- the boy upon his knees without having even opened the door- his behaviour so entirely uncharacteristic, poor Raven afforded no explanation and yet he cannot find Tetradore. His affinity cannot find him. Tetradore does not exist and this alone seems to prompt the boy into tears upon the floor, his words a blunder of sobbing, fractured, halting lyrics. He knows. He knows what his affinity so seems to tell him, what that fractured bond said and why Samantha sobbed on the other side of the door. He knows- as he has always known when it so comes to his closest of companions though how cannot perhaps truly be said. Perhaps it hardly matters. Words repeated through those tears over and over and over.

"Can't....find him.....can't find him......can't find him...."

He hardly understands in that moment that his companion is dead- he understands simply that he does not exist. He cannot be found- and that is enough.

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