He is, as always, extremely discontent, the darkness of the night no longer offering him any form of solace as it once had, the young man reduced to an anxious, irritable creature in these moments. He cannot stand to be separated from his companion, detests the moments in which Tetra leaves him each night, every instinct within himself assured he should follow his own Alpha as his job dictates and yet the other mans orders conflict with such things, twisting within the boys mind. He is obedient to those he chooses to obey and yet within these moments his discontent in Tetradore's absence has rapidly gone from merely agitated to outright anxious in the hours the other man is away. The young man has been reduced to simply pacing back and forth excessively, muttering to himself as he does, doing little more then wandering up and down until Nadya is driven to insanity and coffee by his continued, obsessive motions. His attitude is less then pleasant on most nights, his temper quick and short with her and yet at the same time he is still content to protect her, to keep her safe. She is Tetra's thing after all and he will guard it diligently, even if he himself is a mere step from falling apart entirely. He does not understand, cannot, his mind unable to comprehend any need for Tetra to continue to abandon them and as such is remains in a constant state of frustration, attempting to obey and yet loathing such a thing all the same.

It is fortunate perhaps, that Naddy had sort to distract him, dragging him out of Lucian's Pawn Shop, the place he has chosen to sleep and guard for the older man whom owned it. He had been agitated at first, with Lucian, this entire area Tobias' own claimed territory and as such Lucian's presence had been unwelcomed. The man's willingness to pay the rent Tobias demands however had seen a more companionable agreement between the two, though such things the boy is content to keep from Naddy all the same. He simply strolls beside the girl as they wander, dark eyes focused entirely upon the paper bag she holds, lashings of ebony hair falling into those wild, chocolate eyes, bare feet soundless atop the pavement- the boy lacking even clothing beyond his threadbare pair of jeans, though even they remains barely viable. A look of delight touches his youthful features in the moment she produces the hotdog, the boy utterly unable to understand that this is what she uses the money he brings her for and as such unable to know why she does not offer him such things every night- cooked meat is a rare treat and though indeed he prefers his own rare food, ill-accepting of most human meats, hot dogs and sugar-filled products he tends to accept. The food is very near snatched from her hand, the towering young man proceeding to inhale it at rapid speed, already searching for another from her as he swallows.

It is fortunate perhaps, that the slither of light from the normally darkened section of warehouses distracts his busy mind as he pauses abruptly, dark eyes narrowed. This is his place, his territory and that light is unusual. A snort of sorts is released as his form rapidly contorts, jeans tossed against a nearby wall to pick up later as his tanned skin gives way to beautiful black and gold fur, heavy paws landing against the earth to leave the striking, sizeable Leopard where the man had once stood, nostrils flaring as he tastes of the air and immediately adjusts his position. His unique abilities readily activate in these moment, the hunter within the wild boy readily engaged as he breaks into a silent lope, sweeping along the ground, gliding within the shadows of the industrial waste-yard in which he has made his home, heading for the shaft of light as his now golden eyes narrow in discord- leaving Naddy to follow in the wake of his destruction.

He does not tolerate intruders of any sort, permits only those he has accepted to live within the confines of his territory and this....woman is new, or at least, he has not come across her before. Gold and spotted form pauses within the gloom, still held back from the light as those glowing eyes focus upon the woman inside. He is not a fearful creature, respects only what forces him to do so, 'wild' in every sense of the word, having lacked human contact for so very long, the young man truly given to the wildness of his nature and as such he sees only prey, something to either be done away with, or spared, should she be willing to submit and offer him payment as everyone else does in exchange for him not destroying them or what they own. Tail flicks, serpentine like within the darkness of the alley, before he slinks forward with predatory ease, rapidly searching for weakness upon her as large, heavy paws grace the bay door, golden pelt illuminated in the light as he peels from the darkness and a heady, darkened growl spills from his lips like a rumble of summoning thunder and disdain. Even underfed as he is, the leopard is a formidable creature, muscle and sinew rolling beneath his pelt as he comes upon her, jaws parting now to reveal row upon row of white weaponry, claws sliding free of sheaths to scrap against the concrete as the first true roar rips free of his throat, exploding within the small space to ring off the walls as he seeks to press her back now, to corner her like the prey she is as he comes forward and towards her with violent intent. He so dislikes trespassers and yet he is content to terrify her now- merely for his own amusement, seeking to force her to yield, to submit in some fashion and perhaps stay his fangs from her tender flesh.

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