His game with his children continues, the piece of steak lowered on one claw down and towards them and yet just out of reach, seeming to take delight in the manner in which they leap and mew and struggle to take it from him as his own purr rises within his throat in seeming satisfaction at this teasing game he controls before Nadya's comment sees his attention shift to her, tail lashing in momentary disdain.

If I do not....eat I......will be dead.

Well. It is true- though perhaps not nearly as suddenly as the boy seems to anticipate his imminent starvation will occur, attention shifting away from Nadya now as Raven approaches as a purr of sorts rises within his throat at her mere presence. He does not understand, perhaps, the emotional complications of the situation, his mind incapable of perceiving why Raven remains anxious in the presence of the kittens, the boy entirely oblivious to how or why they pose any threat to the woman- golden eyes flicking from Nadya to Raven and back again in some acknowledgement of the tension that exists as his own form shifts in momentary displeasure at this. For all the disorder he himself is given to cause he is unwilling to permit it further within his own pack, attention constantly focused upon his chosen Leader, so many days and weeks and months spent within the ebony panthers company having allowed the boy a development of sorts- an understanding of when his companion is and is not displeased and as such his golden gaze searches for these unspoken signals upon him- the boy ever watchful of that which remains unsaid. His understanding of that more animalistic side perhaps far more advanced than his human guise and ability to relate to other beings. When Tetradore seems, content however, the leopard too is given to relax as the females proceed to sandwich the panther in a manner that sees the boys head tilt ever so slightly- tail briefly flicking in disdain.

Golden eyes flicker downward once more as the kittens proceed to lose interest in his own game, the spotted cat settling upon his haunches to watch with evident curiosity as they return to the rapidly growing pile of felines and the single wolf. He simply watches as Micah proceeds to clamour atop Raven, his own form offering no reaction, waiting perhaps- for some signal from Nadya, the man having learned to some extent that it was her orders that seemed to dictate how to respond though indeed his own instincts are often given to flare even despite his inability to truly perceive them. It is however, no sound from Nadya nor any response from Raven that sees the Leopard leap from his place within the life raft to land smoothly atop the deck and pad towards the group now. The growl that rises within his throat is one of...warning- one aimed directly at his infant son in this moment as a hiss of sorts spits free, sending the infant scrambling in response, attempting desperately to hurry down from Raven and scurry for the safety of his mother. Even infants, it would seem, understand the language of older, more dominant cats as those golden eyes lift to Nadya one more, very near daring her to argue before he moves to rather forcefully place himself between Tetradore and Raven.

Mine.

That he is jealous of the kitten is evidently clear, the male unwilling to share his canine companion even with a child. He is protective of her, assured of his ownership of this particular being and as such is content only as his spotted form separates her from both the kitten and Tetradore- though whether the Panther perceives his true intention can surely hardly be known- the leopard decidedly cunning when he chooses to be, his actions, seemingly, no more then an attempt to place himself within his assured place in life and within the heated warmth of his companions. Yet his cunning mind, fractured as it is- has placed his lanky form decidedly so, his own purr rising now within his throat, satisfied now amongst this pile of cats that provides warmth from every angle. He desires their closeness, relishes in this moment even if his human side does not truly understand it, the heat of Raven, Tetra and Naddy pleasing the often volatile Leopard entirely as his claws flex with decided pleasure now as his head inclines briefly to Raven once more.

Birdie...will...come to hunt.....buck with fourteen horns?

That he has failed to interpret Nadya's earlier explanation of the deer remains to be seen. Tobias aware only that Raven has refused to leave the Ark of late, the Leopard growing increasingly agitated in his confusion over such a thing.

Birdie will....not get....hurt by...caballo

It is the Spanish word for horse that so leaves his lips in this moment, his mind remembering Jackal's explanation it would seem as his attention briefly returns to his male companion, seeking his permission now, it would seem.

If....I find.....caballo.....can I....eat it? Is it...for eating?

Whether or not a horse can be eaten, it seems, is the question he possess, mind incapable of truly distinguishing Frost from merely a large deer, attention fixated upon Tetradore now- assured he may be permitted to kill and consume what is merely another prey animal.

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