It had been a trying month, even though that spotted creature held little ability to perceive time in any sense. He was perceptive, terribly so, to those around him. Tobias so often brought to frustration by the sombre mood of the staff and indeed his own pack, the boy unable to fully appreciate the depth of that grief that had, once, afflicted him within that same manner, the boy near despondent for several days before that fractured mind so simply seemed to...restart in a fashion though whether such a thing is merely the result of insanity or indeed that push and press of something other within himself remains to be seen. Tobias having become distinctly volatile in those passing days. His moods shifting horrifically from something almost akin to pleasure to grief to violence of the sort that Jackal had, twice now, been forced to crash tackle the Leopard to the ground in an effort to save an unfortunate opponent. Tobias appearing in some sense to handle the death of his companion almost too well and yet, in other moments that shaggy haired deviant so seemed to break into the very incarnation of a human hurricane. Those emotions simply to.....big for the boy to handle, his broken mind so attempting to conceal them, to allow him some level of function before such rage at the world itself so seemed to unleash in every direction at anyone or anything unlucky enough to trigger that emotive response.

The only true benefit of such volatile mood swings however, had perhaps been the effect it held upon others within the Ark, those who frequented the establishment- whom might have held designs upon that throne for themselves utterly unwilling to take on the jungle cat whom had maintained his place upon that leader board in all but the doubles tournament. Tobias so refusing to take the floor with any other. Those nightly pleas from his mate to abandon the ring were met with little more than confusion. Tobias so incapable of perceiving it was fear perhaps, of losing him too that so sparked the curly-haired woman's reaction. His mind incapable of that processing her own thoughts. Tobias understanding that world in a distinctly more simple fashion. He understood entirely that law of club and fang, the boy so instinctively increasing his efforts within the ring in an effort to so secure his own position not only upon that leader board, but too, as recognised Alpha within the Ark. That spotted deviant understanding what she perhaps did not- that his own power was needed to keep that throne and their home. Those mock battle without death a subtle display of his own prowess and a deterrent from those whom might challenge otherwise. It is instinctive, if nothing else, the boy so lacking the words with which to explain such things to his mate. She the only one he was willing to allow near him in those hours upon hours he spent within Tetradore's room 'waiting' as he so announced each and every day. Waiting.

The others too, just as Raven, had given up upon attempting to move the boy, cleaning out Tetradore's room had become impossible, Tobias having become so distressed over even the mention of such that Jackal had simply abandoned all hope. The little Mexican man, along with Birdie so having some to simply nod and agree with the boy that Tetra was surely coming. He cannot perceive time, holds no true idea of how long he has waited, Tobias merely content each dawn to return to Tetradore's bed to wait while Raven so struggled with those papers he had long since lost interest in. Why his mate and companion had so seemed to adore those papers he hardly knew, Tobias growing board as he always did with Birdie's determination to work on them, the man pacing in and out of the room in an effort to draw her attention back onto himself. Those near silent tears she cried met with several blanks stares by the man in some further effort to understand them. Tobias so having taken to preventing Birdie from going within the office at all, the boy so incorrectly of the belief it was those papers that made her sad and as such he had gone to great lengths, today, to fasten that office door shut.

It had taken a good hour of his time to do such a thing, Birdie having gone onto that upper deck before Tobias so slipped from the shadows with rope in hand, binding it around and around those doors, muttering all manner of non-sensible things as he did so, working to assure those doors would not open again and as such his mate would not be forced to....leak as she had several times. He reaches readily into his pocket once more, plucking a padlock from within it, Tobias clipping it onto that rope, wholly oblivious to the incorrectness of such a thing or that the rope could still be untied. The man satisfied with his work now before he hurries to find his companion once more, clamouring up those stairs and out onto the deck. It takes barely a moment for those dark eyes to find his mate, bare feet padding readily towards her now before Tobias abruptly seats himself beside her in cross-legged fashion, one hand reaching out to bury those long fingers in the scruff of her fur. His own dark eyes cast briefly upward to that sky above.

"Birdie....I want to......go to.......sand."

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