It is the touch of her voice upon his mind that so sees to stir the leopard from his sleep. The quiet of the daylight hours within the Ark he has taken ownership of having resulted in himself and his companion choosing to spend the better part of the day asleep before the onslaught of patrons whom arrived after dark. He has become used to this schedule perhaps, his time with Risqué having assured the boy had spent the better part of the night awake and within the confines of Syn, the daylight hours spent curled upon the womans bed despite the displeasure this had brought. Within the Ark however, his sleep is deeper, more restful, the spotted cat content in Tetradore's company to the extent that he has abandoned his own room several times this week, upon the nights in which Birdie does not visit- to make himself comfortable underneath his Alpha's bed, oblivious as to how or why this may be viewed as entirely unusual, the gangly leopard often dragging his favoured rug beneath it, if only to further increase his comfort though whether indeed the panther knew of his companions continued sleeping beneath his bed could hardly be said, Tobias often given to spend weeks at a time within his own room before evidently deciding the space beneath Tetradores bed required his presence.

It is with a wide yawn of sorts that the boy moves to rolls to his paws, dragging himself out from beneath the bed, golden eyes turned briefly to fixate upon the still sleeping panther that lay sprawled within the navy sheets atop, pausing only long enough to assure himself his leader still slept before loping towards the door, shoulder thrown against it as he moved to slip through, those amber eyes resting now upon the female panther whom stood outside his own door, a rumbling growl calling her attention towards him. He understands the word 'surprise' this promise of a treat alone seeming to have lured the handsome cat from within the darkness of the ship, ears pricked forward atop his skull as eyes rapidly fall upon the bag the female carries within her own jaws, tail flicking readily in anticipation as he hurries forward like an obedient pet at the sound of a can being opened. His mind still does not comprehend, perhaps, the very nature of Nadya's pregnancy, understanding only that there is a cub and that it is somehow his own and yet why he must wait so very long to have it he simply cannot perceive, just as he does not fully understand how he has created it within the first place, his understanding simplistic, basic it and yet the laws of nature itself have seen the leopard develop a renewed interest within his female counterpart.

There is an entirely different...scent that exists about her, one that seems to fascinate the leopard of late, nature itself perhaps demanding the boy take an interest within what is his own, his desire to...protect Nadya increased of late, his agitation at now knowing her whereabouts at any given moments often resulting in him trailing after her within the dark- though it would seem she hardly knows. He does not understand perhaps, the way of the world in these things, cannot perceive his own increased aggression towards others in the presence of the woman and yet his increased...tolerance for her, oblivious to the investment, of sorts, that she carries within. He understands only as instinct dictates, this same instinct resulting in the manner in which he rubs against her with a satisfied purr by way of greeting before his attention diverts readily towards the bag.

Mine?

It is a simple question within itself and yet the aroma's permeating within it readily see saliva begin to pool within his jaws as he moves to reach for the bag, the smell of food so easily distracting his mind though indeed some will surely be saved for Birdie, the boy having taken to hunting with her of late and allowing her to share his meals. His delight in the discovery of this treat however is painfully short lived, the sudden approach of a male waiter exiting his own room and heading for the bathroom seeing the Leopard bristle noticeably. He has known Leon for months now, the WereHawk having worked within the Ark for many years prior and indeed Tobias is tolerant of him, understanding him simply to be another of Tetradore's possession, one of the many beings he enjoys giving orders to and yet today, it would seem, he is utterly unwilling to tolerate another male in Nadya's presence. It is instinctive and nothing more, a reaction he simply does not question as jaws part, emitting a feral hiss that sees Leon pause in place, lips parting to speak before the Leopard suddenly lunges, claws slicing towards the other man in a flurry that sees him retreat hastily back into his bedroom as another warning growl vibrates within his chest, this sudden aggression seeming to last only as long as it takes Leon to flee- the boy suddenly seeming to revert once more, padding back toward Nadya now.

When do I....get my....cub?

That a cub is not a fun new pet, clearly, has not occurred to him.

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