That very rage that so seemed to eclipse the deviant boy was all but consuming in those moments, his golden gaze fixated upon the Fae alone. His mind recognising only those most basal of concepts. He could smell the blood that lingered upon his companions figure even if Matteo's magic had coaxed it to stop. That very distress that seemed to echo through that pack bond only further prompting that outrage within the leopard, that mingling of Matteo's scent with that of the woman that had so long been absent from their lives so seeming to prompt a veritable cocktail of emotion within the spotted cat that Tobias was, so simply, incapable of comprehending within its complexity. He understood only Tetradore's pain. That desire to protect him from it so driving that desire to rid the room of anything and everything so deemed as a veritable threat. That he knew Matteo so hardly seemed to matter in those precarious moments in which his lean frame so positioned itself between both men. Those animalistic instincts by far more potent then any human desires of logic. That very positioning a challenge to the Fae to dare to come any closer. A challenge it seemed the Frenchman had readily conceded too. Those offered words all but lost upon Tobias before Matteo so suddenly disappeared. Tobias and Tetradore left alone in that room.

The leopard's own lengthy tail lashed rapidly from side to side in discontent. His form stalking forward to the place Matteo had stood in some effort to assure himself the man was gone entirely. Tobias sniffing at that ground and the air in turn, his own affinity extending to assure the fae was nowhere within reach. A huff of sorts was forced from his lips before that heavy figure turned to pace back towards Tetradore then. Those feline features softening decidedly. Tobias, it seemed, distinctly proud off his efforts in chasing away those enemies he believed so threatened his companion. His desire to protect his best friend so seeming to eclipse but any and all other thought. Tobias so extending his own head forward then to brush against Tetradore's own in that clear affection, the boy so clearly oblivious to the notion he had chased away the very being responsible for the vast majority of healing upon his chosen Alpha's figure. The lanky deviant, tonight it seemed, unwilling to tolerate but anyone else within their company.

That very frown however, was quick to return to those feline features. Tobias sniffing once more at Tetradore's figure, his lips pulled back from his fangs in a clear display of displeasure at but a singular scent that seemed to permeate from his companions from. He knew that scent. He would always know that scent and yet his mind so failed to comprehend it. That shift came rapidly upon his figure. That feline form melting away to leave that distinctly human figure (mercifully still wearing his jeans and a jacket) and so kneeling at Tetradore's side then. Those once golden eyes, now decidedly dark, meeting Tetra's own for several long moments as Tobias so seemed to struggle with those very words his mind was attempting to formulate.

"I can....smell her."

He so hardly needed to explain just who she was, he was sure. Tetradore so often understanding those things he meant when so few others seemed too. His gaze remaining determinedly on Tetradore owns for several moments still before shifting to those near entirely healed fangs marks upon his companions shoulder. His fingers so extended forward to touch, gently, to that very place Risque had bitten if only to further prompt that understanding within his companion. His own head tilted slightly in confusion. She had died. He had seen her die. He had been there with tetradore when they had, together, burned her body. His mind so struggling to understand just how Tetradore had been harmed by a creature he knew did not exist- even within his own limited understanding of those concepts of death. His own features frowning all the more in some effort to comprehend those other thoughts that tugged loosely at whatever sanity still existed within his mind. Those stuttered words a distinct struggle.

"Risky....not....dead? We made her...dead. Did she....come back from....being dead?"

That the boy so clearly did not understand was surely equally as clear in that moment. Tobias shifting then to slip off that jacket and press it suddenly to his companion then. Some part of the boys mind so finally seeming to come to that realisation that, though mostly healed, Tetradore seemed cold. His own hands lifted to run through his hair then in some mimicked gesture he had learned from Tetradore himself. That Tetra had lied to him over just how long Risque had been 'alive' for had so clearly not occurred to the boy. Tobias assured that Tetra simply did not lie to him, not ever, such thoughts so clearly having failed to cross his mind. Tobias, in this, assured of that singular job and singular role as Tetradore's protector he had taken up at barely four years old. A sudden, bizarre look of determination seeming to find him then, his hand reaching to grasp Tetra's own in some effort to tug the man to his feet.

"We need...to leave now. Yes."

To what or where so apparently remained to be seen....

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