Tetradore's confidence is perhaps a palpable thing, something that seems to bleed readily into the air, only further enticing the young Leopard to his side, such confidence alluring, attractive, the very qualities of a suitable leader and indeed the younger mans own assurance only increases in turn as he continues to stride beside his shorter companion- utterly content within his rank and role, this position his chosen place in life- his faith in his companions abilities near unshakable and as such he sees no need to question the panthers plans- whatever they might be. His own movement is halted only long enough to gesture upward and towards the landing and rooms that exist above the rings below, Tetra's gaze moving to follow his pointed finger before the other man simply commands that he follow, the shaggy haired deviant falling back to walk beside him once more, those dark eyes ever watchful all the same as they head towards the steel staircase against the far side of the container ship. Whatever plan Tetra may have had however, seems readily halted by the presence of two other men resting at the base of the staircase, evidently positioned to ward off individuals such as themselves from interrupting the Alpha that existed above. For a moment the scruffy young man allows the dark chocolate of his gaze to return to Tetradore, watching the other man beneath lashings of dark hair, proceeding to mimic his look of frustration near perfectly, adjusting both his stance and facial features to project a near mirror image of his Leader in this moment, having no other true ability to perceive what reaction he should have in this moment- assured Tetradore's must be correct, gaze flicking from the men to the women and back again before Tetra chose to speak.

For a movement those chocolate eyes simply narrow, head tilting slightly in some semblance of thought as his gaze drifts again from one to the other, as if searching for some manner in which to obey the command he has been given before he simply begins to mutter to himself, encouraging those tendrils to entwine themselves around the individuals Tetradore desires. He is still somewhat unpractised in this ability and yet he has already begun to display a surprising control of the uncontrollable, his chaotic powers perhaps the most powerful within his extensive repertoire if only due to the notion of his own mind, the constant chaos that exists within himself so readily seeming to feed his ability as the barest hint of a smirk laces upon his features. The amount of energy he exacts however, is still very much experimental, the smallest dribble doing little more then causing a mild disobedience or confusion, the full effects of his power releasing total anarchy and hysteria as all order dissipates. For now he offers barely a tickle of his energy, aiming to infect only the four his Leader has commanded of him, the young women seeming to fall to its effects first as both suddenly begin to giggle, the blonde leaning towards her companion to whisper something that sees the brunette giggle hysterically once more- that light, feminine sound readily attracting the attention of both guards. It is merely a side effect of his powers perhaps that sees a lowering of inhibitions, people letting go of their normal boundaries, this injection of confidence seeing both guards head immediately for the women with much more swagger then perhaps they would have. Tobias, for his part merely continues to watch as he weaves his magic, one of the young men resting his hand on the woman's shoulder, sliding it lower and lower as he speaks, his companion seemingly content to do some sort of...dance to better hold their attention.

"Distracted."

He nods his assurance, eyes flicking back to his companion in search of any form of praise the other might be willing to give him before moving to head up the stairs, his own bare feet silent upon the steel as he does, stepping up and onto the landing, the rings and fights stretched out beneath them, this balcony of sorts providing an excellent view that readily captures the Leopards attention, the lanky creature moving to inspect a somewhat ornate chair positioned upon the landing- fingers tracing the carved wooden surface of what is evidently a throne of sorts. His attention however, is constantly short lived, dark eyes lifting to examine the rest of the area around them, a number of rooms leading from this space, staff quarters perhaps and yet the large double doors at the end of the hall surely lead towards the captains cabin and the person they seek. His attention moves to rest on Tetra a final time, seeking some form of order before moving to go ahead. It is his role as protector, after all, to find any potential threat before it has a chance to find his own Alpha.

Perhaps it is so long spent upon the streets that has allowed the creature to be so entirely in-tune with his animal instincts, that line between beast and man so very thin within the boy, flashes of leopard gold existing even now within his gaze as he suddenly pauses, eyes widening slightly.

"Someone....is here....is....Jackal."

Whether Jackal is the person's name or there Were-form remains to be seen. The sudden hiss within the air sees the young man proven correct mere moments later as the little Mexican Man from the door suddenly seems to appear within the hallway between the felines and the door they are aiming for, this Jackal evidently in possession of some sort of teleportation ability along with his power sensing skills, the little fellow leaning casually back against the wall. Gato, Sombre, did you get lost muchacho's? Let us head back down to where you belong, there is nothing for you here. Come now.

Tobias simply remains where he stands, dark gaze continuing to rest upon the little man as the very first semblance of a growl rises within his throat, disliking the dominant manner in which the man is content to come towards them, Jackal too perhaps given to sense this underlying hostility as his own dark eyes narrow slightly- before he offers a shrug of sorts, content to play an entirely different game with the pair. We have been friends a long time, haven't we Gato? I would not lie to you eh? Sombre is your Alpha, that I can see, that I can sense, but why do you follow him- when you are so much more powerful? That I know. Why do you let him command you Gato? You are stronger. Did you know that Sombre? Your Second has many more powers then you. It is a test perhaps, to see just how bonded the pair of felines may be, the clever little man seeming content to see if he can undermine them and have them turn on each other instead, the little Mexican an evident Mini-Boss in this Dungeon.

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