Nadya's continued insistence that he could not consume this horse, the only true problem their pack seemed to face, was met with little more then a blank stare, his mind incorrectly perceiving the words she snaps towards him in frustration. He believes she is challenging him in some fashion, believing her words to mean he cannot eat the horse because he is simply not capable- his mind failing on all levels to presume that this is, in fact, a question of morals rather then the mere possibility of it. For a moment those golden eyes simply narrow and jaws part to hiss towards her in disobedience as Birdie moves to press herself against his chest, earning a subtle purr from the man now in pleasure at her response before his attention returns to Nadya. He is assured, entirely, that a horse is much the same as a deer- or a bear for that matter though with far less hair, his predatory gaze having already deduced that while a bear held far too much fur and fat for his liking, a horse was simply a bear-sized deer, covered in meat flesh that was easily accessible and undeniably tasty. Why he should be denied it he simply cannot fathom.

Frost is.....not people.

It is not a wholly incorrect answer, eyes flicking from Nadya, to Tetra, to Birdie and back- seeking some sort assurance he is correct in this assumption before moving away and towards his favoured lifeboat with Birdie in tow, Nadya's following words entirely ignored, he cannot understand them and as such sees no need to respond to them as he lunges upward and into the raft, making himself comfortable with his chosen female companion resting beneath, the kittens teasing at her fur as he watches them a moment before those golden eyes fixate again upon Tetra and Nadya. He hardly cares what they speak about in the few moments in which he cannot hear- such things fail to bother him at all, his mind often given to find conversation simply agitating and indeed he is content to merely....keep guard. He is, if anything, ever-watchful, eyes roving through the darkness that exists around them- though for what enemy he is searching remains to be seen. Frost, in the least, would hardly be capable of sneaking onto this part of the boat unseen- yet for now the boy continues to act as a guardian of sorts from his advanced position, keeping watch of his little family.

Nadya's voice echoes within his own mind then, though Tobias, once more, pays it little attention- no longer holding any interest in this conversation it would seem, the leopard far more taken with the bots of rope and netting within his reach, pulling and tugging at them in delight as he rolls upon his back within the boat, libs flailing in all directions, content in his game and leaving the others to speak. He has long since become bored with this activity of conversation. It is only Nadya's final words that seem to prompt any response from the playing Leopard at all, the gangly cat moving abruptly to leap from his boat- having become entangled in a fishing net at some point during his game, his head fitted neatly through at least one of the net spaces as if he has adorned himself with a rather bizarre cape of sorts as the net trails behind him and his paws carry him swiftly across the deck now to seat himself beside Tetra- the place he has long since believed is entirely his own and not for sharing- even with Nadya.

Naddy is.....going away?

His head tilts once more, mind attempting to understand the information put before him, head inclined towards his chosen leader once more, golden gaze rapidly assessing his companion before proceeding to mimic whatever facial expression the panther had taken on in assurance that this was surely the correct response to this information.

Naddy does....not want to....be......family anymore?

His mind may be a truly basic thing yet he is, if anything, entirely capable of cutting to the very core of any matter should he chose to do it- even when wearing a fishing net as a cape.

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