It is the presence of Raven alone that see the deviants dark eyes turn flicker backward in response to her presence as his mate lingers now at his side and before the witch. He shifts but slightly, that tall, lean frame pressing momentarily against Raven own in some attempt at affection, or comfort perhaps. Tobias was learning still how to manage that Alphaship role. The tug and pull of each pack member to himself was unusual, pressing upon his already fractured mind with a set of demands he struggled still to comprehend and yet, somehow, that gangly deviant was managing to perform that very role even if he remained assured to any whom would listen that Tetradore was surely returning. Those fathomless, dangerous dark eyes return to the witch once more, eyeing her almost warily. After all, it had become dangerous to be a stranger within the West, worse still to hold even the faintest scent of equine whether connected to that white stallion or otherwise, Tobias so carefully appraising that women before him as those fractured thoughts attempt to place her. Her scent is...forgotten and yet not unfamiliar, his mind taken those precious few seconds to attach that scent with what little of his curious memory remained upon just this woman. His thoughts shifting, turning, remembering those fractured slithers of thought until recognition seems to dawn upon his features once. The nickname he had afforded her parting his lips readily now.

She returns his own name then, shaggy head nodded, lashings of black hair tumbling into his gaze as if he is delighted entirely that she has remembered it before his attention shifts so suddenly to her hand, watching as she withdraws that little package. The contents of which he can smell entirely well before she announces that she had brought him such a gift. His features shift once more into a ready grin, hands extended readily to take such a treat, the wrapping tossed to the ground in near the same instant as he receives it before biting into that cookie. Sugar, in any form, so seemed to win him over entirely. Much of his wariness and too, previous poor temperament seeming to disappear entirely in the wake of her so having presented him with such a thing. The exchange between the women is all but ignored, Tobias so diligently focused upon his cookie until he has consumed exactly half of it, the remaining half held within his hands as if he is suddenly determine to study it, features shifting in a scowl of sorts before it is held abruptly out to Birdie.

"Have too...save this."

Why remains to be seen, the woman so carefully handed the cookie for safe keeping. Tobias content to trust his mate alone with some so precious as a cookie before his attention returns in full to Riddles, her words rapidly seeing his features darken once more, a huff off irritation parting his lips as his head simply and suddenly shakes.

"No. No.....Frost.....no talking......of horse.....no."

It had hardly taken the boy long at all to learn his pack, his staff, his Ark so seemed to crumble at the mere mention of the stallion whom had caused them so much grief. It was a grief Tobias himself so struggled to understand, those higher order emotions outside his reach, the deviant so unable to perceive the distress and the memories others so seemed to connect to this word. He himself so given to experience things on an entirely different level and yet he understood the distress such a thing so seemed to cause his companions, authority lacing his words now, seeking to prevent any upset well before it could start. His head shaking once more.

"Frost...make....Tetra dead.....cannot....talk of...Frost."

It is perhaps more of an explanation then she had received at first before the gangly boy abruptly steps aside to usher her within the warmth of the ark, Tobias speech patterns, along with his attention span, decidedly limited- the man so bizarrely offering no further words upon the announcement of the death of his brother as if such a thing was as common as the state of the weather to declare. Tobias instead moving to stride towards those upper levels of the Ark once more, the crowd parting around him, leading Riddles and Birdie towards those private tables at the top, doing just as Tetradore once had, gesturing now for them to seat as he perched himself upon the end of the table now.

"Is...Riddles here for visiting? Or for...bussinessing?"

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