He is hungry. Perhaps more so then usual, Tetradores refusal to feed him for very near a week having forced the younger man to hunt alone once more, the prey he can capture alone significantly less then that which can be caught by a pair and as such the dark haired creature has resolved himself to his meagre rations once more. He is, perhaps, a little dramatic in his hunger, entirely capable of having Raven or Nadya make him dinner and yet Tetradores displeasure with him has seen the young man become entirely more volatile than before, he detests being out of favour with his leader, his mood becoming only darker and darker still the longer his closest friend is content to ignore him, his mind truly incapable of understanding entirely what he has done to deserve this punishment and as such he has only grown more frustrated, more irritable and entirely more persistent in his methods. Gold and black fur rapidly moves to replace his tanned skin, the lanky young man replaced with the leopard as he moves to pace outside Tetradores bedroom door once more, claws scraping against the steel of the landing before he proceeds to collapse rather loudly in a heap outside it, jaws parting to release the ear-splitting yowl only a cat is truly capable of creating, the horrific sound echoing throughout the ship- much to the displeasure of so many of their staff, the boys obsessive nature assuring such displays are entirely capable of going on for hours before he finally becomes bored.

Dyiiiiiiiing

It is yet another yowl, the leopard rolled upon his back now in the very image of death, assured Tetradore will not allow him to die entirely, silent and still for a moment in his attempted ruse before another screeching wail is emitted from his lips- halted only by the appearance of Jackal before him, the canine convinced Tetradore had already escaped the Ark they shared (although Tobias has taken to sleeping under the bar in disgrace, Tetra having become far to determined about shutting and locking his door to allow the leopard to sleep on the floor rug he had so delighted in). Golden eyes continue to rest on the small canine a moment before the sweep of a massive paw sees the little Mexican hurry away, a hiss parting the Leopard lips before he moves to lope towards the exit of the floating barge and out onto the street, the scent of his companion thicker here, his own abilities readily engaged to rapidly track the man. It takes barely a few minutes or so for Tetra to be found, the leopard remaining several feet behind the man, lingering within the shadows as he does. He may have displeased his Alpha thoroughly, yet he has walked beside him far too long to be so easily shaken now, trailing behind in his wake like a darkened guardian until the other mans shift and shared pack bond surely reveals just how close the leopard is.

That he had surely been supposed to be helping Birdie tonight had been lost within the dark confines of his ravaged mind, though the sight of her now sees a rumble of a greeting emitted towards his pack mate, the sharp scent of blood filling his nostrils as he moves to seat himself beside Tetra all the same, golden eyes fixating instead upon the tiger within the darkness. That another cat has strayed into their territory is a displeasing thing, the markers of ownership so very clear to any Were that should enter this area, a lashing of spotted tail belaying his agitation as lips peel back from fangs in a hiss of warning towards the large feline.

Not your....territory.

The growl that rolls within his throat continues to rumble like distant thunder, though he holds his position for now, unwilling to displease Tetradore further tonight before his attention shifts to Birdie amongst the nets and fish, eyes roving over the blood that stains her fur, a lower growl of sorts seeking to call the wolf back to him, this softer sound holding some manner of....affection for the wolf as he seeks to call her to his side before those amber eyes return to the tiger in the dark and the panther beside him, waiting for some command to be given in regards to this intruder upon the packs territory, head tilting and turning to either side with a clear curiosity in this new female, though one evidently underlined with violent intent as claws scrap softly at the ground beneath him in anticipation of a.....new toy.

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