Nadya's paw colliding with the top of his skull sees a ready hiss slither from the golden cat once more, tail lashed in disdain though he makes no further reaction for now, merely spitting his discontent at her action- hardly unusual, the pair given to argue with each other each and every time they are together- the intensity of such fights the only truly wavering part of the equation. Tonight however, it would seem Tobias is content to do little more, settling himself beside the wolf now as Tetradore sought to extricate himself from the pile and Nadya's growl rumbled towards the wolf, the golden cat finding agitation in the loss of this extra warmth and yet once more, it would seem, he is given to be fairly amicable tonight as he simply readjusts his position before that ever-busy mind sees fit to question. Tetradores assurance that they would make some effort to find this fabled deer with fourteen horns seems to delight him all the more, a satisfied purr rising within his chest at this mere suggestion, his own powers already engaged in pursuit of this animal- assured he knows already where such a creature might linger though he is hardly given the chance to voice it before Birdie speaks once more and his features frown in displeasure. He does not understand, fully, the damage to the woman outside the physical, nor does he truly possess the patience for it. He understands only that when pack hunts- it is together, that anything less is unacceptable in some fashion, Tetradore's words only further confirming it before Nadya seemed determined to speak once more.

He does not understand this talk of phones or Nadya's sudden irritation at the mention of the horse, gaze shifting from Nadya to Tetradore and back again until Nadya too moves away, leaving just himself against Raven, a snort of displeasure at the breeze now touching one of his golden sides emitted before those golden eyes return to follow Nadya in an attempt to perceive her words. His head tilts in curiosity, ears held forward now, understanding enough of the offered words, along with Tetradore's command to lift himself from the earth now, form pulled upright as he sits and that long, thick tail curls about his form.

"Naddy.....likes cabello?"

This, it would seem, basic though it is, is the understanding to which the Leopard has come to presume, gaze resting upon her now though his manner has rapidly begun to reflect Tetradore's own- the boy rather adapt at taking on the personalities of those around him when he should choose to do as such. Some situations, after all, are difficult to comprehend, Tobias merely having learned to mimic those around him an effort to appear as if he is truly given to understand and as such it would seem his own posture and voice have come to mimic their Alpha in this moment- though the words remain entirely his own.

"Naddy should....not play with cabello....no, no....will......eat cabello...yes"

To eat the horse, he is assured, is a singular fix to this problem- though his own words hold a command of sorts within them, eyes narrowed upon her now. He does not like this understanding, this idea, that Nadya was given to 'play' with the creature that had so injured his Birdie, the man unable to understand truly, why she might desire the company of the animal they had fought off only so recently. The female panthers sudden attention upon him, along with her accusation, achieves little more then an utterly blank look, mind desperately attempting to understand this insinuation as his attention flicks from her to Birdie and back to Tetradore again, seeking some answer to this question he cannot perceive as another hiss rises within him.

"Not...Tobi's fault!"

The words are very near snapped, tail lashing about once more, the boy assured entirely that this had not been his own doing, or at least, he had believed that to be so as a growl rises readily within his throat now- though he remains seated, the young man content to display a level of control....unusual for himself tonight and yet perhaps- he has lived beside Tetradore long enough to understand when such behaviours will and will not be tolerated. Tonight, the boy is content to merely hiss and spit without leaping upon Nadya as he might so desire, though his attention returns indeed to the other man now.

"Not.....my fault?"

That he is....uncertain all the same remains clear as he rises now, tail brushed against Birdie as he does, wandering forward to leap back up and into his lifeboat from before, golden head merely peering out of the top of the inflatable raft that he has made himself comfortable within, voice echoing as he does. Agreeing with the Panther's final statement.

"Birdie will...come hunting, yes."

He is content, for now, to remain within his raft and out of Nadya's reach lest she attempt to strike him again for crimes he is assured he has not committed. He is, it would seem, in a truly rare mood tonight if it is he is willing to display some measure of control.

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