Alone too? His head tilted but slightly once more. Tobias readily understanding the nature of questions and yet this one, it seemed, so required a further measure of thought from the boy, though indeed just what thoughts so turned within his fractured mind remained to be seen. Tobias, often, seeming to hold little to no memory off his own childhood and yet, at other times, the young man so repeated with perfect clarity those conversations and moments in time from so many years ago. Just how his mind functioned a decidedly curious thing and yet this singular word, this 'alone', so seemed to prompt some measure of reaction within him all the same. His head abruptly nodding to that question before his features shifted, only for his head to suddenly shake. The answer to that question, it seemed, both yes and no all at once. Those stuttered, broken words parting his lips once more as his dark eyes rested on that child who lingered below him.

"Mother.....gone and....alone and then....Tetra found me and.....then I had....Mother and father again and then.....they went.....away because of.....Risky and then.....alone again and then......find.....Tetra now....not alone."

His gaze continued to linger upon the girl below him, Tobias clearly searching for some indication she had understood that garbled sentence before attempting, in his own way, to assure the girl she was not alone either. Not any more. She could not be- because he was here. When two people existed in a space then they could not be alone. Yes. this he knows. This he is sure off. The deviants mind seeming unable to make that distinction between physically alone and emotionally alone. Tobias seeming to associate that word only with the physical lack of others. The boy assuring his very presence was surely the solution to her problem. Those needs of a child for safety and security hardly having occurred to him. His mind simply not capable of that higher order of thinking. At least, not on most occasions. That very grin upon his lips, fleeting and detached though it was, seeming to encourage that smile to the child's own. Tobias' own efforts then to mimic Tetradore seemed to bring about that sudden laughter from the girl, those leopard ears pricking atop his head in a clear curiosity to this musical, ringing sound. A part of him seeming to find intrigue within it as his own lips parted, that hissing snicker that rose from his throat hardly as light as the girl child's own and yet laughter had always been one of those few sounds he could not seem to mimic- no matter how hard he tried.

That very declaration that she was a kitten, a fact he knew, seemed to prompt some measure of argument in the child. Tobias eyeing that kitten almost warily then, as if anticipating an argument of sorts. After all, arguing over the meaning of words was a pastime in which the deviant surely excelled despite the very fact he was so often wrong. His adamant insistence that he was, in fact, correct every time so making him near impossible to argue with at all same. The vast majority of his own pack and indeed those employees who worked beneath him long having come to that realisation that merely accepting Tobias was right (about everything) was far easier then arguing. Maeve, for her part, seemed to be attempting to process that very line of thought. Tobias, in this, perhaps not entirely incorrect. The young kittens insistence that a 'kid' was a human kitten achieving little more than a blank stare from the elder man. That connection so clearly having failed to be made before she promptly declared him to be right. This, it seemed, all Tobias truly required to hear as that odd grin found his features again.

"I am...probably right....a lot."

His head nodded almost sagely as if this was a fact the girl should be well aware off. That repetition of the name he had offered her seeming to please him all the more. Maeve declaring that she was delighted to meet him before turning about in search off her own tail. That snickering sound rising from within the depths off his throat once more seemed to encourage the child's own. Tobias insisting her lack of a tail was because she was Fae. The lanky leopard seemingly well aware off her scent if only for how often his own mate smelled of it. Tobias, perhaps, far more aware of the world then any truly knew. Maeve's suggestion that she would like to meet the horse prompted that shake of the deviant head once more, his gaze averted from her to glance toward several lines in that warped iron, his fingers reaching to absentmindedly trace along them at yet those words came all the same.

"Horse...sometimes makes....people dead too. You should not.....got close to....horses. Not from.....behind."

Whether this was advice for all horses or one particular horse remained to be seen. Those words surely making little sense at all. Tobias uttering those further curious words then in regards to Fae and how they would surely like her if they found her. Maeve quick to insist they would not find her. The both of them, it seemed, speaking of very different 'they's' and yet it so hardly seemed to perturb either of them. Tobias readily seeming to understand children in a way he did not adults. His head simply nodded to her words as if he perceived them entirely. His lanky form vaulted down from that roof a moment later, Tobias landing effortlessly beside the Fae child, his tall form towering over her before that tail flicked forward to allow her to stroke it. The deviant decidedly proud of that glorious fluffy appendage. That tail flicking lightly as the girls fingers ran through that beautiful, soft fur. Her sudden declaration that it was the best only further seeming to please the deviant. It was the best. She was right. Best was a good word. Perhaps he liked it more then even some other words he liked. His own thoughts, it seemed, hardly lingered long upon his own tail. Tobias instead content to regale the Fae child with the tale of 'them' the boy so evidently keen to show the girl that very danger that so apparently lurked within the West side. Maeve's ready desire to come with him only seeming to further please the boy, his head nodded once more.

"Yes, I will...keep you safe."

The manner in which she took up that position at his side hardly seemed to deter the boy, his hand waving readily in that direction he wanted them to go before readily beginning to stride forward, Tobias reaching out to grasp his long tail in one hand and prevent it from trailing along the ground behind him as he tucked it near dutifully under one arm. The lanky deviant easily lead the way deeper into that West territory then, the boy heading towards those docks, several other people so hurriedly crossing the road to avoiding having to engage the Leopard. Tobias and his decidedly obscure nature well known enough within that west to keep anyone who might wish them harm well enough away. The West, after all, was his territory. Tobias paused abruptly as they stepped from the street and onto that larger road that cut those warehouses off from the dockyard itself and was, more often than not, used by those giant trucks to take that stock to and from those rundown warehouses. The boy holding out his hand toward Maeve then.

"You have to....hold it....near roads because you are....a kitten. I don't know why. Maybe you will.....get lost on the road."

Road safety it seemed was a....poorly understood concept at best and yet one the boy seemed to have been trained to undertake in some fashion or another. Tobias so refusing to budge until he had taken the little Fae girls hand in his own to lead her across that road despite a lack of any sort of cars. The leopard releasing it upon the other side before gesturing for her to follow once more as he slipped into the shadows of several more shops. This part of town near unnervingly....empty.

"Must be...quiet now."

Tobias' own form crouched down slightly, the boy slinking in a near cat like fashion further around that harbour before ducking down to crouch behind a large, old stone wall. The deviant so gesturing for Maeve to do the same. His ears readily flattened atop his head, blending with that mess of near-black hair before he dared to peek his head over that wall and gesture down to that platform below. No less then seven Dark Hunters gathered upon it as they busily unloaded crate after crate from the ship docked against the platform. That collection of Hunters appearing largely, oblivious, for now, to the Fae and WereLeopard whom watched them from above. There presence, perhaps, the reason for that lack of any other person around.

"They....will make you....dead."

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