He is pleased tonight, immensely so, paws beating a consistent rhythm against the cold concrete as he weaves with the feline grace of his form in and out of the streets and alleyways, leading Naddy towards Tetra, assured entirely of the man's presence within the building ahead, the nature of his unique abilities allowing such certainty as his pace only quickens in his near desperate need to be beside his companion once more. For some moments he remains oblivious to the sounds of the club itself, thoughts consumed with the hunt itself until Naddy is given to pause, his own form slowing, yet not halting entirely until it becomes evident she is not following, a rumbling, commanding sound brought free from his throat in an effort to call her forward and towards him. One ear flicks, gold and black head turning to follow as the rhythmic beat of the sounds within seem to finally become clear to the sizeable male Leopard, head tilting slightly in some effort to perceive this sound. He has lived so long within the wilds of the world that music is a....foreign thing, the sound new, intriguing and yet his desire to get back to his Alpha seems to overpower his natural caution of the unknown in these moments, the boy moving to stride forward again- assured Naddy will follow, only to have the girl tug at his long tail.

His reaction instantaneous, the large animal pivoting with a hiss to swing a paw at her, claws sheathed, merely seeking to bat her away, another rumble of discontent stirring within his throat as she begins to walk the wrong way. She had asked he bring her to tetra and he has done just that, the boy unwilling to be told to leave when they are mere paces from their destination, tail lashing in violent intent. He is not a patient creature, not truly, that darker, wild side of his nature an utterly selfish thing and he is unwilling to offer her even a shred of amicability tonight, evidently content to remain belligerent as he sits himself pointedly. Tetra will be mad with him if he leaves her, if he lets harm come to her and yet he lingers so very close to the companion he desires, so much of his obsessive, irritable and frustrated mood of late a direct result of being told over and over to wait patiently for Tetradore's return, this....separation anxiety in full swing this evening and yet once more he is subject to conflicting...commands. He is not supposed to leave Naddy, the young male attempting to weigh up Tetradore potential wrath against merely returning to him where he desires to be, a potential scolding for having left the only female of their pack behind seeing a yowel of protest as he marches after the slender young woman, glancing over his shoulder back towards Syn before loping back to the woman's side- shoving roughly against her in an effort to display his unwillingness to go in this direction all the same.

He holds none of Nadya's fears in regards to Tetradore having found another family, one he was ashamed to introduce his sister and best friend too. His mind simply does not work in that fashion, fails to understand at all that Tetra was so desperately trying to protect them with his actions, more so, the young man is simply hurt over and over again ever time Tetra leaves him, fails to understand he may not be pleased to see them. He is simplistic, perhaps, in this manner and sees only the heart of such things. He turns as asked to watch the street, golden eyes aglow in the gloom though he hardly knows what he is searching for, ears flicking back behind him with the sound of Naddy's lock picking before she calls him inside, the big cat wandering into the store, kicking the door closed behind him, lock flicking back over as he does. Why Naddy has brought them here he hardly knows, managing to scowl even in this form as she begins to riffle through rack after rack of...clothing. Another grunt of protest is released as he leaps up and onto the leather bench seat that has been the place of countless amounts of boyfriends, husbands, partners or male companions forced to endure the same suffering that is a fashion conscious companion. His tawny golden head inclines towards her as she speaks, offering something akin to a dubious look before the fur begins to recede, long, hard and lean frame contorting, the boy gasping slightly with the ever-present pain of such a thing before the leopard disappears entirely to leave the naked young man who lies upon his stomach, head resting in his hands like a petulant child as his legs kick up and down in an absentminded fashion.

Dark eyes slide back towards her in the gloom watching her warily now from beneath lashings of black hair that is equally as wild as his gaze, his form....less then clean and yet his disdain for water sees any attempt at a shower turn into a tantrum worthy of any toddler, resulting in Tobi being victorious more often then not, Naddy lacking the authority to force him. Her words cause his handsome head to tilt ever so slightly, evidently aware of what it not being said, instantly uneasy with this situation, the slight change in her tone alerting the predatory creature to some...unspoken desire she may have in regards to himself, eyeing her with suspicion now.

"What will....be easier?"

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