For the better part of the afternoon the boy had been unusually placid, the majority of the eve spent within his Leopard form, the boy long since having taken up his feline persona well before the rise in the moon in early anticipation of the event. Yet, even within the guise of his brilliant golden form he had remained unusually peaceable, padding softly after Tetradore as they attended to their business for the day. He had found ready delight in sleeping atop his companions desk as he worked, taking up nearly all of the space with his oversized body, rolling atop the papers within his sleep until Tetradore shoved him awake and forced him to find a better napping position beneath the desk itself (if he cannot crush Tetra's paperwork he will crush the mans feet). Eventually he had trailed after the other man like the proverbial shadow he is into Tetradores room, leaving his companion to watch whatever DVD he was so determined to view before placing himself in his most favoured of sleeping positions beneath Tetradores bed. He woke only once, aware his companion was heading off somewhere and yet, so many hours spent in his chosen Leaders company had allowed the younger man a simply understanding of sorts- a knowledge of when Tetradore would rather be alone and for now he is willing to tolerate his companions absence, emerging from beneath the bed to lope into Raven's room and take up position on her own. For a moment those golden Leopard eyes simply look over the sleeping woman, assuring himself she remains undisturbed, the steady rise and fall of her breathing a soothing thing to him as his gaze turns to the tray of food and water beside her bed- Tobias having taken to assuring a near constant supply of food (in a variety of unique forms) was continually supplied- his own version of helping perhaps. Assured she still maintained a tray full of a variety of items, some of them edible at least, the Leopard had proceeded to lay himself down beside her, stretching out along her own form to sleep for another few hours still.

What is given to wake him now is unknown, the roar of the beginning of the fights perhaps disturbing him from his rest, the moon full within the sky and bathing Ravens room in an unearthly pale glow that sees Tobias rise and stretch once more, the thrumming bond of pack assuring him Nadya is nearby as one heavy paw lifts to bat at Raven and stir her into wakefulness now. He waits for the curly haired woman to rise, features frowning still at her stiff and sore appearance, so unused to the woman moving in this fashion. Yet, his mind has made this connection between injury and Frost, disdain for the white horse rolling thickly within him- though he is yet to travel far enough from Raven to seek the equine that had so threatened those he protects. Only when he is assured Raven will remain standing does the spotted cat lope from the room, hurrying down the stairs and onto the battle floor below, more then one patron hurrying to move out of the Leopards way and allowing him to pass unhindered.

A single lunge sees him land atop the bar in search of his meal for the night, an unguarded steak seized from a passing plate despite Cat Ears' attempts to beat him away with a broom as he lunges past Jackal now and out into the darkness, easily scaling the side of the boat, leaping from one foot hole to another until he lands upon the deck where Tetradore rests and Nadya rolls against him, kittens attempting to pounce upon his tail. For a moment his golden eyes linger upon his sister, brother and the kittens, a satisfied purr of sorts rumbling within his throat at the sight of his children, the boy finding them endlessly amusing (even despite his ability to lose interest ten minutes later on some occasions). Long limbs carry him silently forward, head lowered to butt against Nadya's own in greeting, clearly pleased to see his companion before his head swings with further force to collide with Tetradore's own in a more enthusiastic greeting as he trots further past them both, leaping up and onto a nearby life raft. His pilfered steak is lowered to his paws, jaws readily tearing into it now with glee- clearly making no offer to share his prize as another small piece is torn free, the boy pawing at it a moment until one claw hooks through this little piece, one paw dangled now from his high position until it hangs towards the floor. Readily attracting the attention of the kittens as they stumble towards him- only to have the larger cat lift the meat away again, snickering as he does, lowering it once more as both children attempt to stand upon hind paws and reach it, sending one tumbling backwards and the other attempting to reach as he teases them now, a hissing snicker rumbling with glee within him.

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