For a moment the half-cat is given to turn away from the collapsed man he had seen fit to slap, utterly unable to stand why anyone, man or woman would seek to slap him in such a manner, volatile nature having reacted within such a moment, the underlying violence within the young man surely clear until his mind seeks distraction once more, reverting instead to focus upon the girl as she speaks about the make-up. That the paint he had previously enjoyed was meant entirely for women sees a ready frown cross his features, neon blue hair toppling into his gaze as he moves to wipe at the cream that covers his arms, entirely unwilling to have himself mistaken for a woman- a weaker species, especially within the eyes of other men- though he remains by Birdie still, she his claimed prize and chosen companion, this his territory and as such he is entirely unwilling to be removed from either one. In the wake of his and Tetra's acquisition of the Ark there had been more then one challenge from far more then one other Were seeking to displace the new ruling pair, Tetra and himself having quelled rather a number of rebellions and indeed to his mind this is no more then that. Men seeking to take what is his own, what is Tetra's and as such his desire to protect is extreme. If Birdie is his own possession and the land marked with tetra's scent then it is his role, his purpose- to defend his Leaders interests as much as his own, the warning growl that vibrates within his chest met with little more than laughter from those around them. They do not carry the scent of the city upon them, these men perhaps not from Sacrosanct itself and as such perhaps they do not understand the boundaries of such territory, have not heard the stories of the leopard whom creeps within the darkness and the power with which he wields, the shift and crack of bone seeing his own change occur mere moments later as the man is replaced with......the neon blue beast.

A deeper, darker growl coils within his throat now, lips peeled back to expose those whitened fangs, tail lashing now as he presses back against the wolf, golden eyes roving to rest upon the ram and rhino as claws slide free of their sheaths and a blackened shadow moves to surround them both. For a moment or so he remains distracted by the swirling darkness, eyes fixated upon those tendrils of dark mass before the pounding and shake of the ground see those eyes fall unblinking upon his approaching targets. Each muscle coils in anticipation, the bond of pack, even if unofficial, allowing him to reach readily for Birdie's mind now as he feels her own aggression, feels her own leap to safety. He is not a submissive creature, prideful perhaps, to a certain extent, so much his personality given to bleed so directly from Tetradore himself and as such the boy refuses to cower, lunging instead towards his assailants, this sudden dominance seeing the ram hesitate if only slightly and yet this momentary hesitation is all the ever-watchful creature needs, seizing upon this weakness as only a predator can. His trajectory adjusts, Hunters Instinct so readily employed to fixate upon the horned sheep now as a blast of his own power extends, seizing hold of that weaker mind so readily as his own frame skids and halts, forcing the chaos of his mind into the thoughts of the other until the ram careens entirely, colliding forcefully with the rhino now before the leopard extends his power once more, tangling the rhino's thoughts until ram and rhino collide with each other over and over, blood spattering the dock beneath them now as the ram readily begins to falter beneath the force of it's heavier, more armoured companion.

A rumbling growl vibrates within the leopards chest, the feline version of a snicker as he seems to relish this self-destruction, eyes fixated upon the pair that slam and knock against each other over and over, unable to escape the chaos of their thoughts until the rhino charges a final time, slamming into the side a warehouse that sees the faltering bricks tumble and crash down upon him, the ram left bloodied and collapsed upon the dock itself- neither dead and yet neither capable of a fight any longer as the spotted blue cat merely turns away in evident pleasure, assured Tetradore will be pleased with him tonight. He turns easily upon his paws once more, lips parting in a challenging roar towards the tiger now as it engages itself with his current date for the night, tail lashing again in fury before the Hunters Instinct sees him pause and halt, eyes swung wildly to the left, fixating instead upon the shadows and the larger male wolf that exists within as he lunges suddenly forward once more and towards the canine, claws extended as he slashes towards the creatures face, seeking to wrap his paws about it and drag it beneath him, seeking to force it's submission else chase it like mewling pup from the shadows in which it hides. He is dominant here. This land is his own and he will not be made to bow upon it.