Her request to give her a chance is met with little more than a snort of sorts, ears flicking forward in in a gesture of indifference before the wolf moves to lunge into the darkness of the warehouse, the leopard moving to follow, sliding up against her within the shadowy confines of the space, mind turned entirely towards the scent of prey, that tantalizing odour so rapidly pushing out any other thoughts from his mind, instinct become entirely predatory in these moments as those dark golden eyes focus upon the slender form of the impala, the deer, as he believes them to be as they wander within the confines of the enclosure. He pauses only long enough to issue his instruction, taking over the role of Alpha in these moments, for indeed he will yield only to those determined to push, the female wolf an evident follower in this regard. His tawny golden form lunges upward and into the shadows, acting entirely upon instinct and he glides along the warehouse rafters, doing as any jungle cat, content to come from above and break the neck and spine of the prey he seeks, leaving the wolf to do the 'leg-work', the job any subordinate or Second.




Long tail hangs from the rafters above, swinging slowly within the dim light as he waits, dark eyes upon the wolf as she moves to glide closer and closer still, eyes narrowed and observing her technique in this regard, curious as to the manner of the wolf in these moments as the weakened deer he has selected breaks from the head, the wolf keeping it from returning with every snap and snarl until the panic within the animal rises, fear leaking into the air as his own adrenaline spikes and the unfortunate creature dances directly beneath him. The spotted cat drops near instantly, claws unsheathing as he lands atop its back, claws piercing the flesh of its neck and shoulders as it lads, teeth seizing the base of its skull as the animal limbs collapse beneath his weight, spine snapping with a sickening creak, ending it's struggles within mere seconds as life bleeds away upon the synthetic grass and the cat releases it's hold, dropping the neck of the limp animal before moving to disengage himself from this sudden, silent kill. He is well practiced in this, hunters instinct so finally attuned within the young man and indeed his stomach rolls in greedy anticipation of such fresh meat.




The wolf is near forgotten in these moments as he reaches for the tender belly of the animal, jaws parting to pierce the flesh, ripping into skin and tendon, tearing the carcass open as heated blood baths teeth and tongue and he rips free a chunk of meat, chewing eagerly, the tender, tasty meat swallowed rapidly as blood stains his muzzle and paws, consumed entirely with eating until the wolf ventures entirely to close to what Tobias deems his personal space. That long spotted tail lashes, growling erupting from within his chest, bloodied lips pulled back to expose equally bloodied fangs in a hiss and warning that she is closer then he will accept. Perhaps she had assisted, yet here and now he has taken on the role of Leader. Hierarchy is everything, a code to be lived by and Wolf or otherwise such things are deeply ingrained and here....she is submissive, she will eat last or when he deems her acceptable and in this moment he has not had his own fill. As the wolf moves further away he returns contentedly to his meal, ripping free chunk after chunk of heated bloody meat, chewing through tendon and muscle in evident delight. He has not had such a meal in some time, the lack of mate or pack assuring such things are difficult, his stomach welcoming the flood of meat as a contented purr of sorts vibrates within him. Much of the chest cavity and heart are eaten away before his posture finally eases, relaxing now as he eases back against his haunches, such body language indicating to the wolf indeed that he was willing to tolerate her now, heated lifted from his meal as dark golden eyes fall upon her.




Birdie...can eat now.




His gaze meets her own a moment long, one paw reaching to claw at the rear end of the carcass, near half of it left for her entirely as he pushes it towards her, willing to offer her more, perhaps, then any other 'pack mate' ever has. She has been his Second today, his partner and as such he sees fit to reward her as one, as instinct demands, content to share his meal and allow another level of bonding entirely. He is not overly fond of the creature and yet he is willing to accept her presence, willing to hunt and eat beside her as an equal now, his own stomach nearly full as he yawns, tiredness now tugging at his senses, the result of a rarely full belly though he continues to gorge himself still, after all, he is entirely unwilling to waste even a bone of such a meal.




Where does.....Birdie live?




Evidently, he is content to make dinner conversation, words touching her mind as he tears another strip of flesh.

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