For a few moments at least the Leopard is content to continue his love affair with the rug on Tetradores floor, head rubbing up and down that perfectly fluffy fabric as a series of purrs emit from within his throat, ignoring both his siblings for the moment, lost within the throes of rug adoration, offering the article all the attention he had been forced to decline it in the weeks and months Tetradore had refused to permit him entry to his room, the boy clearly determined to mark this particular piece of furniture as entirely his own- despite it existing within his Leaders room. This bliss however, is short lived, the rapidly rising agitation within his pack-mates so readily felt as the creature rolls upon his belly once more, golden eyes flicking from one to the other as Nadya speaks, her words difficult for him to perceive, to understand, the implications of the conversation lost upon him save for a mere selection of her words that provide some insight into that which she means. Her tone however, followed by the barely concealed hiss in Tetradores own as the man seats himself within his chair sees the leopards own low growl emit, tail lashing upon the floor before his gaze flickers to the woman once more. Tetradore had been....peaceful towards him these past few days, the mood they had achieved only moments ago akin to what they had held so faultlessly before and yet with each passing moment Nadya seemed all the more determined to ruin it- the boys utter fear of being thrown out once more, a state of being that has become all to evident he cannot handle in a healthy manner- seeing much of his snarl thrown towards the girl in an effort to silence her entirely before their Leader can become any more infuriated. He is a selfish creature perhaps and yet Tobias understands only as any animal does, his own need for self-preservation is highest, his own comfort comes first and as such he is desperately unwilling to risk the emerald-eyed mans agitation again- as are surely so many of those whom call the Ark home, Tetradore's determination to ignore the boy having resulted in a series of violent outbursts often so horrific in nature a number of the staff had refused to be within the same room as the shaggy haired deviant at even the slightest hint of irritation upon him.

Nadyas words however, at least her determination not to have Tetradore ignore wither of them any longer, seems at least to summon the boys interest, mind holding some ability to perceive that the woman is asking not to be ignored by Tetradore anymore, that she seeks to end such things, his snarl of displeasure fallen silent to meet her gaze in understanding (and perhaps agreement) before Tetra spoke once more, the boy assured he is right to chastise her for chasing their employees, such beings not for playing or hunting, this one of the first rules his chosen leader had seen fit to explain to him, the boy assured Nadya should be force to comply as well until the conversation once more changed to that which he cannot understand, this continued topic that forever seems to be thrown against them, this manner of secret keeping, this code he had been so unaware he had broken and that so seems to anger his companion- spotted form flattening against the rug in response to the very irritation in the other mans words, having well learned his lesson about daring to show aggression in his Leaders presence already.

I....did not.....hide the secrets....

It is barely a murmur from the giant cat whom lounges upon the floor, amber gaze lifted to his Leaders own before turned from him in an effort at appeasement, continuing to do as he has done each and every time- deny. Refusing to understand this issue, refusing to accept it, knowing only that Nadya had assured him everything was right, that he had done nothing wrong- that he had believed her, for he has forever believed his sister and pack mate, only to learn that she had led him wrongly, that Tetradore had been furious, an anger the boy cannot understand nor how it is directed at himself, assured so entirely it is not his fault and yet....he does not have the words to explain it, cannot make his companion understand, having given up near entirely to do this save for uttering over and over that it is 'not my fault' and that he did not 'hide the secrets'. He cannot understand this betrayal- if only because, in the case of Tobias, is had been so very unintentional. The matter of Birdie however, sees his own head tilt, Tetra's mention of the scents upon her drawing the glorious golden cats attention once more as he rises, padding languidly towards the desk Tetradore remained seated at- leaping up and onto it now for seemingly no other reason then because he can no longer stand not to be on top of the paperwork that so seems to absorb all his Master's attention, flopping down atop it now, though wary still of the man's proximity lest he fail to appreciate this gesture.

Birdie is....my....date. Smells like me...because I....play with her. Smells like...Nadya....because....they do....the shopping game together.

It is, if anything, a rather logical explanation as to why Birdie smelt so much like himself and Nadya, those golden eyes resting upon his leader now, seeking even the smallest gesture of acceptance of this attempt at peace, trying so desperately to appease him before the other man proceeds to hiss his final sentence at Nadya, those delicate tendrils of agitation rapidly beginning to grate against the volatile leopard, tail flicking in disdain once more, feeding off the tension within the room as he reclines upon the desk- resigned to merely watching for now, offering no further words, after all- they are not his forte.

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