Tobias was nothing short of dutiful in his disposing of that Hunter pair Tetradore had so granted him permission to remove. That added directive that he was to do as such away from the child was a curious one. Tobias' own gaze lingered upon his brother with a distinct inquisitiveness then and yet- the lanky deviant was hardly one to consider the 'why's' of the world terribly long. His mind simply not designed as such. Tobias, in the end, hardly caring for 'why' something was the way it was. If Tetradore desired it then that alone was enough to prompt such action from the deviant. The very notion of preserving the girls innocence, as it were, in shielding her mind from that inevitable death was simply outside his own ability to consider, much less understand. That lanky leopard reached for Tetradore's own affinity then, allowing that darkness to embrace him before his spotted figure disappeared from view- taking with it the first of those hunters. His razor like claws and sizeable fangs making short work o the man before that affinity was summoned a second time, Tobias grasping the second Hunter only to disappear with him once more and dispose off him in the same fashion as the first. That very act so committed within that conceal space amongst the warehouses and away from the eyes and ears of the child Tetradore had worked so hard to protect. Even Tobias hardly oblivious to that.....shift in demeanor that seemed to overcome his companion in the presence of the girl.

No sooner had that second Hunter been disposed of then Tobias reappeared once more upon that dockyard. The Leopard taking up that position opposite his chosen Alpha and Maeve with that offending Hunter between them. That very panic that had so begun to settle within the trapped man was almost palpable. That distinctly predatory. Part of Tobias near relishing it as that hiss was all but spat from his lips. That long, glorious tail flicking from side to side in some measured display of disdain for the man whom had dared to demand he be given Maeve when Tetradore had said Maeve was his. If Tetra said something was his then.....it surely was. Such a thing so simply unquestionable to the mind of Tobias once it had been declared. Tetradore's decisions very near akin to law as far as his Beta was concerned. That Hunter, for his part, hardly seemed capable of deciding who better to point the gun at- Tetradore himself or the large, spotted leopard whose growl of dissatisfaction were only beginning to grow more prominent. Tobias near hoping that man would run. They were fun when they ran. Yes. Yes.

That near sudden, bold declaration from Maeve readily seemed to ensnare even Tobias own attention. Those gold and black ears pricking neatly forward atop is head as he eyed the child curiously. Tobias, for the most part, having understood that sentence well.That command so directing the hunter to put down the gun and yet whether or not the man would follow that order remained to be seen. The Hunter very near appearing to.....waver. As if fighting some unseen, internal battle with himself over the matter. tobias ' own head tilting to the side in some clear curiosity, his gaze shifting from Tetradore to Maeve and back again in search of that persuasive power. The Hunter so at last seeming to begin to respond to that affinity even if that hold was decidedly tenuous. The man crouching down to place that gun on the ground as commanded off him, that ready indecision seeming to cross his features once more as he righted himself. "Why did I...."Tobias summoned that affinity for teleportation once more to appear abruptly beside the hunter then, his jaws parting to seize that fallen gun only to leap away and near bound back to Tetradore and Meave. Both Weres and that young Fae girl so facing the Hunter then. That man knowing well hen to give up that veritable game as he all but pivoted upon his heel to take off, sprinting across that dockyard and into the shadows of the warehouses that lined the streets.

That slight flick of Tobias' tail was all the reaction the deviant so afforded that fleeing man. His attention returned to his companions then, Tobias brushing almost affectionately agianst both Maeve and Tetradore in turn, that gun still held firmly within his mouth, at least until Tetradore held his hand out and Tobias him- so clearly intending to take that gun. The leopard affording him a near incredulous look before abruptly bending down a play bow far more akin to a dog then a cat. Tobias leaping suddenly sideways to avoid that lunge his companion made for him. Those commands to stop falling on deaf ears. Tobias refusing to relinquish his decidedly explosive prize as the lanky leopard proceeded to all but bound away and back toward the ark.

It, clearly, was time to go home.

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