He remains utterly oblivious to the exchange of pain that occurs as he continues to shove and pull at Nadya, utterly determined to find her injury despite her weak protests and flailing limbs, unaware that so much of her wounded state is absorbed by the wolf girl, his heavy frame and lack of gentle care only resulting in both women being forced to suffer all over again. He is not a gentle creature, not truly, not in anything he does and indeed this is no different as he at last allows himself to be shifted from Nadya, content that she is not succumbing to death though he remains wary of these stiches he has very near accidently torn out with his lack of care, unable to understand any need for delicacy before Nadya's voice grates against him- features contorted into a look of agitation as his arms fold across his chest in a boyish huff, dark locks tangling with his lengthy lashes.

"Risky is with.....man that Tetra brought....Tetra will....make her distracted...but I will still...be in trouble. Vampires...saw me. I will get...hit with something now...all your fault!"

He is quite content to snap right back at her, those very first few tendrils of his power reaching out to tease at the Panther, encouraging her agitation, seeking to have her....loosen up a little, to release some of her pent up emotions though indeed it is barely a tickle compared to what he is capable of, despite being so entirely unaware of his newest gift, unable to understand why so very many of Syn's patrons seem to lash out towards him, else lose their minds entirely in his presence. He simply does not understand his own ability, more so, has not learned any method of controlling it, fortunate perhaps, that a mere flash of it slithers free now, his natural response to Nadya's presence. After all, he has come to learn entirely that fighting with the girl will so often result in him getting entirely what he desires, his naked form displaying every scratch and bite mark from his equally rough lover- the pair seemingly content to take out their anger at the world on each other...in one way or another. Her shirt slamming against him sees the boy scramble backwards and onto his feet, tossing it over his shoulder with another huff, dark eyes settling upon her even so, mind seemingly unable to sort through the tangle of irritation and desire he finds within himself, her explanation on stiches however, fortunately seeing his attention return to her sides.

"Stiches."

He merely repeats the word- as he so often does, attempting to commit it to memory, head tilting ever so slightly to the side as she mentions the elk before those dark eyes slide to her wound once more, oblivious to the rhetorical nature of her statement. He has lived alone for so many years, lived without pack or family or even human companionship, the boy having reverted near entirely to his animalistic instincts and as such he holds every belief that licking a wound will heal it, having never been given to believe otherwise, moving to step back towards the girl with every intention of doing just as she seems to be telling him when Birdie's words seem to find him once more, dark eyes resting upon her now at her assurance Nadya is alright. That Birdie is moving to absorb Nadya's pain into herself still remains elusive to the young man, fractured mind incapable of understanding this concept, unable to perceive entirely the manner within which this occurs, gaze flicking now from one to the other, struggling to respond appropriately to the situation. What small amount of trust he has within the she wolf however, sees him accept her words, the woman never having lied to him before and as such he is willing to accept such a thing, believing Nadya no longer in pain and yet....

"Is Birdie....hurt?"

Her continual flinching has not gone unnoticed, his Hunters skill once more engaged, seeking weakness upon her form and yet finding none, scowling readily as frustration in his inability to perceive becomes apparent, dark mood returning as his own form shifts and rolls, human skin giving way to fur once more as Birdie too begins to change. As the she-wolf shuffles closer to Nadya, nose pressed against her stiches, his own tail lashes, one paw lashed suddenly forward in an effort to bat the miniature wolf away.

Birdie! You are...making it....worse. Do not....nose at it...lick it....like this.

That Nadya had not been entirely literal in her request remains to be seen, the leopard moving to leap back towards the girl now, golden cat eyes meeting her own before he moves to very near attempt to pin her down again, far superior weight pressed against her now, seeking to hold her down less she choose to try and escape the roughness of his tongue, brushing it along her side regardless as to whether or not she actually desires such a thing, licking at her stiches until he manages to undo one entirely, the small stich sticking to his tongue as he abruptly releases her once more, stumbling backwards in an effort to remove it, shifting back again into human form a he moves to pick the stich off of his tongue, examining it a moment before abruptly holding it back towards Nadya.

"This....fell out."

Clearly she wants it back now. That he has failed to help at all remains to be seen, a boyish grin alighting his features, assured he has helped, before he seems to notice Birdie's.....height for the first time, features scowling now as he moves to abruptly stand, looking down at the wolfess.

"Birdie, why are you...small?....I do not....like that....fix it. You look...like a...puppy."

His eyes continue to rest on her now before he steps abruptly forward to seize the wolf in his arms, hoisting her up into the air as he holds her before him, proceeding to examine her thoroughly as if...searching her for something, holding the miniature wolf abruptly towards Nadya, oblivious to any feelings Birdie may have on this matter.

"I think....she is broken. Is probably your....fault."

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