It is perhaps a different form of these doldrums that have so afflicted the lengthy leopard, the younger boy as equally incapable of societal function as his Leader and yet perhaps for different reasons entirely. The vast majority of his life had been spent in constant search of his companion, trailing faded scent after faded scent across the country, sixteen of his twenty one years lost within this continued pursuit in search of a companionship the boy had simply refused to relinquish. Having eventually reunited with his partner, returning himself loyally to the other mans side had brought with it an entirely new set of demons to be faced, complications and commands that had, at times, pressed the creature to the very limits of his sanity. For a creature whom had roamed freely, in a sense, for so very long- captivity had not come easily, so much of his fractured mind having begun to chip further and further away beneath Risque's command. He is not as strong perhaps, at least, not in a mental capacity as his Leader, what remained of his sanity, his humanity having been pushed all the more back into the recess of his animalistic façade. It was fortunate then, that their freedom had come when it did, so much of the boy surely salvageable still and yet with this freedom, with his rank and positioned restored and Tetradore forever in his sights as the boy is assured he is supposed to be.......Tobias no longer holds a true purpose, no longer has anything or anyone to hunt, nor is his mind fixated on his continued escape attempts and as such he has become....restless. His mind requires a near constant source of stimulation, such a cunning, clever thing that he is- the boy having taken up a various amount of new 'habits' as any bored creature surely does.

The mailman has become his newest obsession, the shaggy haired leopard often waiting, concealed behind the sofa for the mail to slide through the shoot- only to take off after the terrified man each and every day before returning to shred the mail for no truly conceivable reason and despite the unfortunate Isolt's protests. Mail- it would seem, is not a service he appreciates. His desires to experiment with household appliances have also resulted in considerable disruption amongst his pack, his ability to shred steel, let alone anything weaker, between his teeth having seen a number of appliances destroyed through his many games until he is inevitably sent outside by an increasingly impatient Nadya. He does not understand apartment, cannot contain his energy, loathes to be caged in any fashion and it is as such he finds himself within his own territory this day, having been unceremoniously dragged out by Nadya some hours before for his delight in emptying every single tube of cream, toothpaste, soap, shampoo or hair product he could find upon the bathroom floor. He had hardly gone far, the man very rarely ever given to be out of range of his beloved Leader, the Leopard simply having proceeded to assess his territory, to stroll along the vacant streets, trailing long fingers over worn and rusted steel and wood, muttering to no one in particular as he does, forever aware of Tetradore's movements until his Leaders scent indicates the other man is much closer now.

He simply appears silently beside him as he had done so often as a child, chocolate hued eyes moving to peer beneath lashings of ever-wild black hair, meeting the other mans gaze momentarily, words so very rarely needed between the pair as he moves to follow the panthers gaze as it lingers upon the Ark. The soft proclamation sees the younger man frown slightly before nodding, evidently seeing no need to question how or why he desires such a thing, the how and why of the world after all, matters truly little to Tobias- the man never seeing need to question his Alpha on his desires. He simply waits for the other man to move forward, trailing obediently after him and towards the hulking ship, the lights casting a glow across the harbour with the distant thrum of music coming from somewhere within, the pair halted as always by the short Mexican man at the door whose greeting in no less exuberant then the last time. Gato! Sombre!. Some part of the deviant moved to attempt a smile, an effort in futility truly for it is given to look like little more then a sneer of sorts, the Mexican frowning before waving them any, long ago having learned that Gato was a little...unusual.

"If Tetra....wants to have....Ark....need to find....Ark Alpha."

Those dark eyes move to rapidly scan the room, his own abilities extended now, searching for any sort of Leader amongst the gathered Were's, eyes flicking quickly from one to the other before the young man proceeds to suddenly point up and towards a set of stairs that lead to another landing above, towards the observation deck, the outside, a number of staff quarters and the engine room and captain's cabin.

"Up."

He never was one to mince words, assured that whomever it is they are looking for is not amongst the fighters gathered tonight, pointing instead towards the upper landing before allowing his gaze to return to his companion, waiting now for Tetradore to decide what would be done, the boy a rather obedient creature.....for Tetra alone.

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