His ability to perceive the need for privacy within certain situations is a dramatically limited thing. He acts simply as nature demands, responds to such basal instincts alone, reacting to Birdie's wounded frame while expressing his contentment in her presence. He is an honest creature, in this regard, his inability to perceive the vast majority of emotions beyond the most basic assuring he represents only that which he feels, holds no ability to hide his often volatile moods and as such cannot be made to understand that offering this rarely seen affection- even towards his chosen female companion is....inappropriate within this setting. He is as he is, exists entirely within the present and as such offers only a curious glance as she nips at his neck, moving to place himself behind the WereTiger now. He is curious of this new female, mind holding a ready fascination with her form alone, dark eyes holding a clear sense of wonder for this creature though he continues to dance upon this line between curiosity and muted violence so very easily. His own head moves to tilt ever so slightly as Tetradore speaks, his own voice mimicking his leaders now as the Tiger offers him a nod of acknowledgement before moving to suddenly reach forward, her fingers reaching to stroke at the flesh of Tetra's neck as each muscle within the Leopard readily tenses, a somewhat humanized growl catching within his throat, evidently finding ready disdain in such an action, unwilling to have the tiger, uninvited, daring to touch his Leader. Any move he may have made however is halted by Tetradore's own lack of reaction, the younger man soothed perhaps by his Alpha's nonchalance in this, easing the tension from his muscles now.

The tail of the wolf slapping against his side sees his attention shift downward ever so slightly, chocolate hued eyes drawn from the tiger woman as Birdie's voice dances within his mind now, frowning ever so slightly as she speaks of her scars. Why he is not permitted to speak of this he hardly understands, this night, it would seem, little more then yet another in which he is left grasping at the strings of society, so desperately seeking an understanding he cannot find. Scars hold no meaning to himself, little more than the evidence of battles fought and won, the creature incapable of understanding shame in any regard, fingers tracing the single and only scar he bares upon his own neck, the mark of ownership left by Tetra himself and yet the boy makes no effort to hide such things, simply accepts, offering little more then a snort in response all the same. He does not like words, finds endlessly difficulty within them, mind so constantly frustrated with his inability to express himself or understand the desires of others and as such, that the tiger does not speak is...appealing to the boy, assured she will not assault his ears over and over with words spoken to fast that grate against him like needles to his mind.

He remains silent enough for now, continuing to watch that which occurs beneath those wild lashings of black hair, chocolate eyes shifting from wolf to man, to woman and back again, those dark eyes observing each and every movement of muscle and sinew, observing every lift and drop of facial muscle in an effort to more readily perceive mood and tone of the conversation that occurs, the words once more lost upon him as he merely stands guard of the group. The manner in which Tetra had seemed to become only further irate at his interactions with Birdie however, had not been unnoticed, just as the older mans continued and deliberate attempts to ignore him seem to fall against the leopard like a continued series of repeated blows. There are so few relationships within his existence that hold any.....meaning to the boy. Those around him are disposable, weak, unworthy of his respect and attention and yet...pack is...important, this unit the single thing that allows the boy any form of identity in any regard. He is not like any other, trapped forever in an existence he is doomed to never truly comprehend and yet, as any child perhaps, he still seeks some form of praise...of acceptance, of purpose, so much of his life spent either within Tetra's company- or trailing after him, so many years spent so desperately seeking his companion that this continued determination of the panther to ignore him is given to grate more heavily upon him then it surely appears. He is...brother, family, one of the few people for whom he is willing to accept touch, let alone affection and Tetradores continued anger with him, for reasons he cannot understand have resulted in little more than endless frustration for which there is little release. The tiger, he is assured is not...threat, her movement and posture offering little cause for anger within the lanky young man, Tetradores interest within her assuring him his Alpha is unwilling to allow him to chase her away- the panthers determination to ignore him once more resulting in a rather sudden....outburst.

He does not possess the social skills to correctly control such a thing, remains incapable of understanding so much of the emotions at play and as such moves to pivot suddenly upon his feet, dark eyes narrowed within the direction of the other man. It is perhaps an...unusually strong reaction to lack of attention from another man and yet he has known only pack, only Naddy, only Tetra for so very, very long and this fracture within it frustrates him. His Leader is perhaps the most pivotal being within his existence and that he cannot....fix it, is simply intolerable for the boy as he moves to stalk back around the trio, pausing briefly beside the other man.

"Birdie....wants to....be pack...she is....good at hunting....you should make...her pack. Tiger...is strong....I think....maybe good...for pack too if...Tetra wants. I am...going home."

This it would seem, is all he is content to offer and yet it is far more words then is usually the norm for the shaggy haired boy, doing his job still as he moves now to shove past his Alpha and into the darkness, pausing only a single time to snatch something from the pile of Tetra's clothes on the ground before storming off and into the darkness, the sudden crash and smash of steel and splintering of wood and evident indication the frustrated creature has more than likely obliterated something before a shoe is suddenly hurled from the darkness directly towards Tetra himself and yet- purposefully missing the man (he is not brave enough to actually hit Tet with a shoe)- Tobias determined, it would seem, to express just how he feels about his Leaders determination to ignore him- the younger man storming back off and into the darkness, heading for the Ark and the well-worn spot outside Tetra's door he has taken to sitting in night after night- assured eventually, one day- Tet may desire to speak to him again.

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