The ebony panther was by no means oblivious to the state at which the peculiar colored wolf was in. He'd noted the fashion at which she came to Tobias' call just as he noted the way at which she press her figure against it. He ignored it, and them, for now, the intimacy between them only serving to bristle his already annoyed disposition towards the leopard. It was this that caused the male to turn his full attention instead upon the lithe scared frame in front of him. She intrigued him, of that even he could not deny. He let his gaze fall upon her, meeting the stare she offered him with little concern for modesty. He saw her take a step closer towards him, her head tilting to the side. In that moment, he was acutely aware of every aspect of the young woman from the way her eyes shifted away and back to the distinct scent that accompanied the ebony tiger - one that belonged entirely to her. His eyebrows furrowed at the silence that followed his question - not quite recognizing her inability to speak. Instead his emerald gaze followed her fingertips as they traced up her larynx before, quite unexpectedly reaching out to touch his own flesh.

For a brief moment, Tetradore was astounded by the boldness of her move, entirely unsure of how to react to her ginger touch against his skin. He'd never known such...gentleness. Risque had kept any women from getting near her unruly pet, her own touch was a thing to be feared and hated. In fact, the only few individuals that had ever purposefully put a hand upon the man were his sister and, the young male that followed within his wake - their affection the only ones he'd ever accepted. Not a word left his lips as he watched her, grateful almost for the distraction that Tobias had provided as his own spotted fur gave way to lanky limbs. His striking eyes slowly flickered away from the female, refocusing stiffly upon the male behind her. He failed to give any hint of approval at Tobias' efforts to fulfill his request so very long ago. He made no effort to correct Tobias, no effort to inform the young man that such conversation of a woman's scars were taboo at best. Instead, he simply falls to silence, letting the female deal with the deviant's peculiar behavior as they so saw fit at the given moment.

Briefly he could feel the weight of those violet eyes, drawing his gaze and attention back towards the oriental girl. The moment was fleeting, however, before the lupine came into his view, drawing his eyes downwards and towards the wolf. He was surprised that she seemed so keen to place herself so close to the stranger so readily. She had an air of distrust, one that he had sensed the moment he'd met her on those cold metal slabs within the sterile ward of the zoo. His gaze simply followed the wolf's countenance, drifting from the stranger to Tobias and then, unwaveringly meeting the grey hued gaze of the woman herself.

He could feel her trickling into his mind far before she made her actual presence known, her voice was soft and cautious, clearly concerned for his reaction to such an offer. It was curious, this prospect of a mute were and for a brief moment he couldn't help but to wonder if her tiger form was too incapable of offering a voice. This notion, only naturally led the panther down a different path all together, wondering if he would be capable of "feeling" such a sweet sound if his offer was too extended to her. Nadya surely needed the positive influence, especially as of late. He shook his head slightly, pushing the trail of thoughts from the fore front of his brain as he instead focused upon the proposition before him. "That is fine, if she so wishes to speak to us." He commented, his baritone voice soft and inquisitive as his attention, once again gravitated back to the enigmatic female.