He can very near taste the adrenaline, the sweat, the blood- the testosterone that hovers within the air of the innards of the Ark, the fight carried out before him seeming only to further excite the young man as hands clap together in anticipation as he stands beside Tetradore against the rope of the ring. It is rare indeed that the Owners of the Ark so choose to stand amongst the other patrons rather than the viewing deck above, their presence ringside seeming to have attracted a crowd all it's own, the fighters within seeming to have increased their efforts now that they had become aware of Tobias and Tetradore watching on- the pair's prowess and undefeated team status earning a near palpable respect from those around them, none daring to enter the personal space of the pair as Tobias grins at the bet he is offered. He cannot comprehend money nor the value of such a thing, the food that is often gambled between the Leopard and his Alpha a vastly more valuable item as Tetradore gestures towards the Rhino. For a moment the dark eyed deviant merely stares, his own powers extended, searching for weakness amongst the fighters before reaching for his own pile of cookies, placing his offering beside Tetradore's own.

"I pick....the...pig."

He gestures loosely to the boar readily engaging the rhino now, eyes wavering briefly to the two cookies he is assured he will win, the boy shockingly competitive when given the chance, something of a learned trait- his disdain for losing perhaps the result of his mimicry of Tetradore himself- the Leopard often taking upon characteristics of the other man when it should so suit him. It is not the thoughts of Raven that so readily seem to strike his mind in that moment, more so....they are....Alexis, the images that flicker within his mind brief, weak and yet there all the same, head tilting curiously to the side as those pictured flicker like a fading lamp within his mind.

"Pretty.....and...big deer?"

What these words mean remain to be seen, Tetradore perhaps content to brush them off as little more then the boy's usual ramble of nonsensical mutterings, Tobias given to shake his head once more- his distance from Pretty and their lack of pack connection assuring the link is weak at best, surprising truly that it had reached him at all and yet Tobias is open-minded perhaps, to such things incapable of willingly attempting to block such thoughts from his own- mind incapable of such closure. His thoughts however are sudden interrupted once more, this voice stronger, more demanding, gaze dropping to Tetra's own as both men seem content to turn to one another, Tobias offering little more than the barest of nods to this unspoken question before the appearance of Jackel seems to see both men bristle- if only slightly. He responds entirely to Tetradore in this moment, his Alpha's darkening mood readily seized as he follows obediently, his own personality shifting rapidly to reflect is companions own, feeding off each and every slither of emotion the panther possess. So long spent in his company allowing the boy to seize the slightest of cues.

That long, lanky frame pauses within the doorway of there home, shoulder brushing briefly against Tetradore's own as he stands beside him, the scent of blood slamming against his nostrils in a manner that sees the boy bristle readily, a low growl readily twisting within his throat at the tension within the air- eyes resting upon the white haired man before them. His scent was...unfamiliar, the scent of prey and yet....not prey he knows. That he is surely some form of Deer is decided readily by the boy, dark gaze lifted with confusion towards Pretty as he regards her, seeming momentarily to consider moving towards the fox-girl before the Deer gestures to his feet, eyes cast downward to rest at last of the form of Birdie...or what remains of her.

"Birdie?"

It is very near a yowl that seems to fall from his lips as he bends down towards his chosen female companion, fingers reaching to gently press against her fur, hand hurriedly withdrawn in confusion from the coldness of her skin beneath- unable to understand how such a thing has occurred, injury....a difficult concept for the man to perceive as those dark eyes slice upward to rest upon the Deer that so seems to earn Tetradore's focus in turn. Human teeth are so readily replaced with Leopard fangs, fingernails giving way to claws in response to his own Alpha's change as confusion rapidly become aggression. He is protective of what is his, the Ark, Birdie, Tetradore....all such things falling beneath this category within his mind as a snarl rips from his throat, tail lashing widely behind him as the rest of his form gives way to his animal state, falling back to stand at Tetradore's shoulder as he is trained, aggression seething from every pore- prepared entirely to fall upon this ridiculous snowy-haired creature that has dared to harm was is his- theirs. It is Tetradore's command alone that see's him halt, his Alpha's command to attend to Raven seeming to fracture that haze of aggression within his mind, eyes flicking back towards his injured girlfriend as another hiss rises within his throat as Tetradore lunges.

He is loath not to fight, has been raised to fight beside Tetradore in all things and yet- he is unwilling to part from Raven in this moment as that cunning mind fixates suddenly upon...Alexis. His lunge is sudden, racing past panther and stallion though it is not nearly the disobedience it seems- nor the attack it appears. He merely seeks to reach Alexis, to bring himself close to her, form very near thrown against her as he seems to brush against her legs with something almost akin to....affection. It is surely an action truly bizarre in the midst of such a brawl and yet- his mind is not as others, capable of different thoughts as those golden eyes rise to meet Pretty's own holding her gaze for barely a moment- unable to...understand her place in this before he lunges suddenly away, words reaching for Tetradore's mind in that moment.

Eye.....eye of white deer...eye....eye

His ability to sense weakness has readily found Frosts blind eye, offering such information to his Alpha now before his Leopard skin melts away, arms moving to wrap around Birdie, lifting her to his chest before stepping back and within the Ark- a different kind of magic already at work, Alexis' healing power hijacked in the moments he had brushed against her. It is Jackal that appears to lead him then, the little Mexican materialising before him to usher the lanky deviant and broken woman upstairs and towards Tobias' room, the Leopard allowing Jackal to command in this moment, his own mind fractured, confused, agitated by anger, for all emotions become anger when he cannot understand them. Put here on bed, yes, yes, I do not know where clever cat has got healing from but use it now, here and here, maybe she change back to human if healed enough- but this is very bad Señor. Much is being broke and this....this is bite of winter, frostbite- this even I cannot fix but can slow down, maybe. I get water, I be back, you heal, keep her warm, very warm. Do not worry for Sombre, Birdie is needing you more eh?

Dark eyes merely lift to watch the Jackal leave, Tobias left merely to stare once more as fingers reach slowly again towards his companion, seeking to touch her once more, to rouse a response before reaching to grasp the nearest blanket, pulling it over her now as instructed, letting those waves of healing spill readily into her.

"Birdie? Birdie? Need...you too...wake up now."

When she still offers no response his demeanour seems to shift again, the boy incapable of dealing with such things, hands balling rapidly into fists in some last effort to maintain the violet, volatile aggression he feels in response to something of his being....harmed.

"Red. Hot."

Whether she can hear or not remains to be seen, the boy offering a desperate and last attempt to draw a reaction from her now. Whatever emotion you are feeling I could explain....you just have to tell me He remembers her words, he remembers them so many months later, doing his best to explain them now with the only words he knows in a desperate attempt to have her respond. He simply does not understand- anger is his only response.

"Hot....and red and...fucking hot....going to...fucking kill him. Hot...hot...hot...everything!"

One hand reaches to run through his hair, those thick, tousled tangles falling into his gaze as he kneels beside her now, still offering her those healing vibes with every motion of his form, desperate to wake her now.....

"Going to....kill everything...if Birdie not...wake up."

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