It was a curious thing, in every sense, for a child to huddle so decidedly close to the shaggy-haired deviant. Most children (outside his own) seeming to hold some sort fear for the WereLeopard. The way he moved and spoke, perhaps, prompting some level of nervousness within them. That very same nervousness so presenting itself as fear and so often invoking those decidedly more....predatory aspects within the boy. Even despite those lessons Nadya had given him over and over in regards to keeping those kittens safe. That very lack of fear within Maeve, however, had so seemingly resulted in a distinctly more calm demeanor to the Leopard in turn. Tobias seeming near oddly content in her presence. His head nodded in simple agreement to her assurance that they could not allow those Hunters to find her as the pair peered down on them from above. Those Hunter's unloading box after box from that ship and onto the dock. Several more of them beginning to lift those crates from the docks into into vans in turn. Just exactly what was in those boxes so remaining to be seen. Tobias so eyeing them curiously and yet, his fractured thoughts were hardly curious of the contents of the boxes but rather the boxes himself. He would like to have those boxes, he is sure. Boxes were good for hiding in. Tetradore, he knew, with the right amount of coaxing so equally likely to sit in a box in turn. His features frowning in some manner of disdain at just how difficult retrieving those boxes might be.

His dark eyes shifted away from those Hunters then if only to point out the giant form of the Ark at the other end of the harbour. Those stuttered, garbled words so attempting to explain to Maeve that this was his home, before listing those members of his family and pack at large. Those lavender eyes so peering up at at him prompting that gangly young man to turn back towards the child in turn. That question on his kittens prompting another nod from his head then. Tobias' features shifting ever so slightly in some measure of thought then- as if he so struggled to find just the right words.

"Son....and....daughter. Micah and....Isabella. My kittens."

His gaze continued to linger upon the girl for several moments as if to assure she had understood before he turned away once more. Tobias, it seemed, content to offer little more detail on that curious fact off his own children and yet- he so rarely was. The boy often failing to provide those truly necessary details once he had given some hint of them. Tobias instead content to ask after Maeve's own pack. That Fae, unlike Were, did not truly have packs had hardly occurred to him and yet that suggestion of family, of any kind, so surely underpinned that very question in turn. The small child seemed thoughtful, if only for a moment, before insisting she hardly had a pack- despite so desiring it. That grin that spread across her lips sparking an odd attempt at a grin from Tobias in turn.

"You can visit....my pack if....you want."

This, he was sure, so made up for a lack of the girls own. The boys near fathomless dark eyes suddenly narrowed upon the group of Hunters below. At least two no longer standing where they had been before. Tobias insisting that it was surely time for them to go. The Leopard, for all he was and indeed, all he was not, was so hardly foolish in any sense. Those animalistic instincts sensing that veritable danger in those missing Hunters. Tobias shifted easily then, the young man readily leading his younger charge behind him and away from that wall only to have the sound of voices stop them both. Those leopard ears and accompanying tail readily disappearing as Tobias spun to face those Hunter men in turn. Meave near freezing in place. He so hardly understood those words exchanged. Tobias rarely inclined to bother to understand them and yet the tone alone so surely provided all the information he required. The way in which one of those men crouched down and attempted to coax Meave towards him prompting that warning from his own lips in turn. A warning that seemed to break that hold on Meave and send the girl scrambling back to his side much to the disdain of the Hunter pair. Tobias decidedly well known to them both. Neither one terribly keen on taking on the Beta of the Nightshade pack. Any further words so abruptly halted by the presence of another. Tobias already aware of Tetradore's approaching figure in those few moments before the emerald-eyed man arrived to take his place at Tobias' side.

"My...brother."

Those words were uttered to Maeve alone as the child clutched at his leg, Tobias, perhaps, attempting to reassure her that it was so hardly tetradore she needed to fear. His dark gaze lifted once more then to linger upon the Hunter pair before them. The men unwilling to relinquish the prize of a Fae child and yet those veritable odds were no longer in their favour. "What do you want with a Fae? She'll only get in your way. We're just going to find her parents for her that's all. C'mon Sweetie." That Hunter held his hand out once more. The man obviously having chose to try a more....polite route when it came to securing the Fae girl. Tobias' own eyes content to narrow, his gaze turned briefly to Tetradore before shifting back to those Hunters.

"They...tell....lies."

Tetradore, he knew, knew as well as he did that the men before them had little intention of helping Maeve in any sense. The girl likely to be either killed or sold. The rarity of Fae so making them decidedly valuable in turn. Tobias own head tilted but slightly. His right hand so suddenly lifted to point at one of the Hunters then, his head turned abruptly toward Tetradore in some silent request for permission. Tobias nothing if not loyal to the singular and only being (outside of his own mate) he deemed so worthy of being loyal too. The boy more often then content to obey Tetradore alone. That very partnership between the men surely clear in that moment when the Panther gave no sign of any displeasure in that action Tobias was so surely about to take. That near gleeful grin finding his lips then as the leopard so abruptly snapped his fingers. His affinity for madness all but colliding with the unfortunate Hunter. The afflicted man abruptly beginning to spin in repetitive circles. His companion looking on in horror. "Dante! Stop it, what the hell are you doing!? What did you do to him! Tell you fucking freaky friend to stop doing that to him!" Those words, this time, were aimed at Tetradore alone. The hunter gesturing to Tobias in turn. The unfortunate Dante having started to jump as he spun. Tobias merely watching with a distinct....amusement as his affinity continued to feed onto the man. At least until that shot was fired into the air.

That sudden sound broke the hold Tobias had over the Hunter. Dante tumbling to the ground out of utter dizziness alone. The deviants gaze shifted to a third man as he strode up those steps.This Hunter quite clearly some sort of leader amongst them. The tall, dark-haired Hunter twisting that hand gun around within his fingers as he came to a stop beside his companions. His gaze narrowed on Tetradore and Tobias both before falling onto Maeve, his hand gesturing to the girl clinging to Tobias' leg. "Just grab her for gods sake, Rowan." The command was very near snapped. Rowan heading toward Maeve now with the clear intention of prying her from Tobias' leg. The leader lifting that gun to point it first at Tobias and then at Tetradore in turn. It might be your territory, Tetradore- but that Fae is not your pack, you don't have any more claim to her then we do. A rouge Fae on the streets is our business, not yours, so you stay the hell out of it. You too, Tobias. Watch him, Rowan. That one's unpredictable."

Tobias' own gaze narrowed all the more. A soft snort erupting from him then as his hand reached down to gently guide Meave in between Tetradore and himself, keeping her well away from Rowan and behind them. His gaze meeting Tetra's own once more. Tobias' fingernails so abruptly replaced with those claws in turn in preparation for what he was sure was about to come.

"Are we allowed to....make them...dead?"

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