He follows behind the grey and black wolf, large paws silent atop the roof as he prowls, these warehouses his temporary home and yet the weeks he has spent within the confines of steel and wood have allowed the animalistic creature to learn of the secrets they conceal, his paws well aware of which boards creak and groan, which steal roofing will not hold his substantial weight. Even skinny and underfed as he is, his sheer size affords a hefty hold for the old, salt worn rafters. His pelt of gold and dark glows dimly within the sun as he glides silently upon the heels of her own pursuers, his feline form softer, more silent then any canine can ever hope to be as the dark gold of his gaze lingers upon the flailing men that hold the chase. He moves in no rush, no hurry, seeks neither to help nor hinder the female, more so he simply follows, watching, waiting. She so often leads to food, this he has learned and indeed within his mind such a connection has been formed, one that sees the girl wound and tangled with the taste of meat and as such he follows her, hoping that she may lead to food once more, those faint tendrils of pack bond entwined around her. After all, they have hunted together and a hunt is powerful thing for any Were, some part of himself...seeking her company as he ghosts behind. She is not his species, not his type, the male so often rejecting female company and yet wolf or not he is drawn towards her in these moments, dark golden eyes watching as she slips her attackers, disappearing into the roof of one particular warehouse.




The tawny-haired cat merely pauses where he is, for indeed the cat is an ever watchful creature, moving to stretch out with laconic ease atop the opposite warehouse, leaving the tall man and now human Wolf within perfect view of his curious nature as the girl pushes through the steel door, very near colliding with the man before pulling back, the nervous edge to her frame clear to the male Leopard as he stretches further, rolling as only a cat can do atop the bare edge of the building until his head twists, watching the pair from this new upside down position. This is not his Pack, he does not run with wolves, he belong with Nadya and Tetradore, with the Panther Pack and yet he is drawn back towards the wolf whom lingers so near his own home. They have hunted together, she is of value and indeed to his mind, some part of himself desires to draw her into his own world- wolf or not. Yet another matter plays at hand this day. Perhaps he has only been upon the docks for some weeks now- yet they are his own, they are HIS territory and this new male, this tall, muscular......dog, is not entirely welcome upon territory Tobias perceives as his own. Food is limited here and the feral, wild male is determined to have it all to himself and those of his own pack. He is dominant by nature, respects only what he is forced to do so and as such the dog-man is an unknown and unwelcome entity. Birdie, however, he is willing to tolerate. A lone female is not a threat, she is a woman, beneath him, submissive to him....Lucian is an unknown and as such the Leopard remains....curious.




He continues to bide his time in this moment, lounging atop the roof, rolling until his paws flail in the air, belly exposed to the sound with the egotistical ease of any cat, continuing to watch the dogs all the same, the male one having evidently remained oblivious to Tobias' careful scent marking, the creature so very much more beast then man and yet within the world of the Were such things are better respected. Claws slide from their sheaths, deadly hooked weaponry scraping along steel, announcing his presence for perhaps the first time as he slides like liquid gold from the roof to land atop the dock, striding forward and towards the pair that linger outside the building. Perhaps the dockyard is nothing more then steel and scrap and wood- yet it is HIS steel and scrap and wood, at least until he follows Tetradore home, for now he remains the undisputed King of his own personal....junkyard and Lucian has invaded it, the male determined to assess this...intruder.




The lean, long leopard moves to brush up against the shaken girl, very near slamming her back into the door with the force of such a gesture, doing just as any cat, marking her with his scent as well, making it entirely obvious that she is...permitted to an extent before he moves to leap lazily atop a dumpster, golden eyes meeting Lucians own now that the pair are of level height, evidently examining him from near every angle, head tilting in a number of ridiculous directions. Tobias has an Alpha, the only Alpha he will answer to and yet in his absence the boy is content to command his own little Kingdom amongst the dockyards, a single rolling sound caught within his throat, an entirely animalistic demand for Birdie to come to him, disliking her near an unfamiliar and unwelcome male, dark golden eyes narrowed slightly as he continues to size the other man up. Perhaps.....he is not entirely sane, or more so....there is little humanity left, tongue sliding between his lips to roll over those large, pointed canines and incisors, though whether indeed this is a threat, or merely a harmless action cannot be said.




Either way, he wants to know what Lucian wants and why he is here, eye boring into the other man's own in a manner hardly...friendly, content, it would seem, to hold some sort of...staring contest with Lucian, gauging his every reaction with careful, predatory ease, instincts searching for weakness upon him.

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