The change within the young man once they enter the Western side of town is a truly startling thing, the young women surely entirely aware of it the moment those invisible lines are crossed. After all, she to is a Were and some things are simply understood, that this is HIS territory surely entirely clear within mere seconds of entering the harbour side district. His own form straightens noticeable, evident ego seeping into what is very near the strut of an apex predator within his own hard won terrain, a number of late afternoon workers already hurriedly beginning to retreat back within their shops or hurry quickly to pack up for the day and return to their fishing vessels, the dishevelled creature evidently well-known and well respected within this area- despite the collar he wears. Risqué alone refuses to acknowledge his claim of such a territory, all those whom choose to live, exist or work within this area however having seemingly learned to avoid or otherwise appease there feline landlord and his continued demands for 'rent' in the form of food or some other object of his desire. It is a blessing of sorts perhaps, that the creature never desires money, the young man utterly unable to perceive it's value when he can simply enforce his desires be met by those too fearful of the powerful cat to ever deny him what he seeks.

That Pretty is following is an evidently assumed thing, the boy hardly presuming she would refuse as he continues to lead the way amongst the warehouses and dumpsters and barrels or crates of fish, expertly navigating this single piece of land as he moves to head towards the harbour and the towering container ship that rests docked within it's port. Despite the woman's assertion that she hardly enjoys fighting the lanky leopard seems content to test her either way, gesturing towards the boat now before moving to step into the shadows, the entrance concealed somewhere within as he simply reaches back to grasp the girls hand, pulling her forward with him, readily waved in by the little Mexican Man at the door whom seems content to whistle in Pretty's direction. For a moment the bare-footed boy simply pauses within the bright interior, blasting music and the sounds of constant chatter and laughter attempting to compete with the roar of the crowds gathered around several of the fighting rings, an unfortunate Boar sent flying into the crowd by a muscle bound Bison in the few moments in which the pair are given to arrive. This is by far his favoured place to play, the Ark designed entirely for the Were population although the occasional vampire or warlock lingers by the bar or towards the back rooms, gambling, it would seem, knows no species boundary as the boy simply looks on with clear delight, animalistic, dominant nature drawn to such games, his violent desires seeming to positively smirk with his proximity to such bloodshed alone before those wild dark eyes fixate with obvious intent upon the woman.

"I know...a game for....Pretty, come here."

He simply moves to grasp her hand once more, leading her towards the far end of the Ark, weaving between the crowds of man and beast alike, more then one turning to eye the slender female as Tobias simply allows a growl of sorts to rise within his throat, leopard fangs shifting into place in evident warning that for tonight at least, Pretty is his thing and he is hardly willing to share. His own status amongst this crowd, it would seem, is enough to assure they are un-hassled, precious few ever daring to attempt to agitate the boy, tales of his insanity having travelled far and wide within the Were community itself as Tobias proceeds to lead his companion towards what looks very much like an....obstacle course of sorts, complete with walls, jumps, tunnels, fire, blades and a $1000 dollars in bills pinned to the far wall- the evident prize at the end for anyone bold enough to try, the only game within that does not involve paw to paw fighting and yet is surely evidently no less bloodthirsty, a Lynx carried off to the side suffering rather extensive burns to much of her body as Tobias simply watches.

"Pretty's turn now."

Clearly he desires to see the speed she had spoken of, entirely assured she can make it- maybe.

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