The praise the other man offers is short, simplistic and yet even these barely murmured words of appreciation seem to delight the creature entirely. His is...childish perhaps, in so many of his mannerisms, that fractured mind caught between boy and man and yet seemingly unable to fully slip into either mentality entirely- instead, seeming to shift between both, his volatile nature and inability to be reasoned with so often assuring fits of outrage that have made the Leopard a near legendary creature amongst so many within the ark. Yet, for all his violent energy some part of him still possesses a desire to please those around him, clinging delicately to these fine threads of humanity. He hardly needs applause, hardly desires anything other than the most subtle indication that he has done as he should, these barely murmured words far more meaningful to the creature then any other form of appreciation ever could. He offers little more than a nod of sorts in return- after all, neither man is entirely emotional, Tetradore's quiet, often indifferent nature highly appealing to the moppy haired boy, readily attracted the other man if only due to his lack of words beyond what is needed. Long fingers move readily to trace the ornate wooden chair that rests above the Ark, the view from the balcony revealing the battles occurring below, Tetradore's single word once more seeking to draw the creatures attention, dark eyes lifting to the green of the others own before moving to follow him obediently once more despite his desire to further investigate the furniture, the appearance of Jackal seeing both men readily halt as a growl claws it's way into the Leopards throat.

The words the Mexican man offers seems achieve little more than a blank stare from the black-haired young man, mind unable to process entirely what it is he is trying to stay, merely allowing that dark chocolate gaze to drift sideways, resting upon Tetra once more, ever-watchful of his chosen leader for any order the man may be content to give, the pair so long ago having moved past verbal communication. The momentary display of affection, Tetradores fingers ruffling the black of his hair, sees the growl within his throat shifting to something very akin to a purr, if only momentarily, before Tobias moves to step back, yielding readily to his companions desire to lead, though he remains wary still, lingering within the panthers shadow lest Jackal take it upon himself to make any assault against his Alpha. His head simply tilts to one side, dark eyes resting upon the two men before him, peering beneath lashings of untamed hair as Tetradore moves to step forward and towards the smaller man. He likes such dominance from his leader, those darker lashings of his mind readily relishing such a thing, already well aware of his companion's intentions as a snicker hisses from between his lips in anticipation. He likes watching them shake and sweat and scream, seems to relish in this torment Tetradores power brings, his eagerness perhaps seeing the little Mexican Man reconsider his options, an entirely new form of wariness seeming to shift upon his features.

One hand seems to lift, as if seeking to halt Tetra with will power alone, lips parting speak, entirely aware of the power the panther is about to strike him with and yet no such words ever seem to find Jackal's lips, eyes suddenly widening in utter terror, the sheer shock of whatever it is he has seen seeming to rip through the mans body with such force that his change overcomes him rapidly, the man replaced with the Black-backed Jackal for which he is named, the sharp fanged canine shrieking as it backs into the nearest wall, snapping wildly at imagined foes, heart rate readily accelerating to dangerous levels and yet it is the fear that leaks from every pore of the canine that so readily seems to incite Tobias. It is...delicious, a drug, one Tetradore is so very capable of providing him by simply forcing his powers upon others, this reeking weakness seeing the leopard's pupils readily dilate in a manner entirely predatory, bare feet silent upon the floor as that lanky frame seems to become almost liquid like in the manner only a cat can truly manage. The rapid breathing and racing heart of the tiny canine is a very siren song to the larger predator, his own words thicker, laced with...hunger.

"I want to....have it."

That Jackal exists primarily as a food source in this moment is entirely clear, fractured mind having failed to recognise him as a being, one Tetradore may have desired to keep, any longer, his own change far smoother, slipping so effortlessly into his leopard pelt with claws unsheathed as the cat entwines himself about Tetradores legs before sliding forward like a serpent towards his prey once more, one ear folded back towards his Leader though he is sure Tetra will not deny him this snack. Fear is...so very hard to ignore, Tobias quite content to be the nightmare within the darkness his Leader has created, the unfortunate canine shrieking still at imagined terrors, unable to see the true danger that pads towards him. It is merely chance perhaps, that sees Jackal rapidly change once more, returning to his human state, hands covering his eyes, entire form shaking and sweating upon the floor. Please, I was being wrong, very wrong, I change my allegiance- I will work for Gato and Sombre instead, sorry , please, please, make it stop. I am having nine children senor!. For his part, Tobias, is evidently entirely unmoved by such a thing, jaws parting once more to seek his victim before the double doors before him seem to explode open, sending the leopard lunging back towards Tetradore with a hiss of disdain. Jackal! What the hell is going on out here?! Who the fuck are you two?!

The broad, tall, heavyset man that stands before them now moves to simply fold his arms across his chest, Jackal having taken this moment of distraction to free himself of Tetradore's torment and slip hurriedly away as Tobias returns to his own human form, standing beside his companion once more. Sarcasm sadly, is often entirely lost upon the creature, the boy oblivious to the fact that this man surely had not actually expected an answer.

"I am Tobi....and this is Tetra....and we are......Tobi and Tetra."

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