The running water of the shower momentarily sees the Leopards head raise, golden eyes turned warily towards the bathroom before and irritable huff sees him pace away from the hall and into the children's bedroom, flopping down upon the carpet in a manner far more akin to a dog then a cat, allowing Micah and Isabella to run fingers through the thickness of his golden fur if they desired to do as much- watching as his daughter moved to bang one block against the other. He does not understand their games and yet his mind is curious of them all the same, golden eyes continuing to watch as they play, seeming to find a ready fascination in all things that they do. He cannot understand his own instinct in this, cannot perceive how or why he holds any desire to protect them and yet such is Tobias that he simply does not question it. They are his things, his belongings, just as Nadya is to his mind and this alone is enough to fuel the possessive, obsessive nature that courses so thickly within himself. A ball suddenly thrown across the room sees his tail flick and twitch in anticipation, head lowering automatically into a hunters crouch, the movement of the toy seeming to result in this primal response and he lunges suddenly after it- much to the utter delight of his children as they grin and squeal.

Heavy paws smack at the ball as it rolls, flipping it into the air to land atop the couch as the oversized creature launches onto it in an effort to capture his rubber-based prey, nostrils flaring instinctively at the scents that intertwine upon it- one scent in particular seeming to see the boy bristle. A rumbling growl of discord rises readily within his throat, tail lashing in irritation as he leaps readily from the couch now, nostrils flaring as he moves to taste the air about him- the scent of Frost far thicker then he had been given to notice before as another hiss spits from between his lips. Nadya had been told to stay away from Frost, Tetradore had said, this he knows- claws scraping against the floor as he moves back into the bedroom where the children play. The scent of the horse irritates him all the more, mind rebelling against it, fractured thoughts incapable of pulling irritation from jealousy and whatever instinct desire exists to protect what is his own as those jaws part once more to grasp Isabella by the back of her shirt, moving next to grasp his son in the same manner- both children content to squeal with delight at this sudden game before the Leopard pads silently towards the window.

He dislikes the scent of Frost and as such no longer holds any desire to play within the bedroom, content to take his kittens and go elsewhere, Nadya evidently forgotten entirely in these moments as he leaps from the window, descending the building with ease before loping readily into the woods. He will not go to the Ark tonight, Tetradore already having scent him away several times, the emerald eyed man content to play the Paper Game that Tobias does not like. Why his companion should choose to sit for hours on end, often with Birdie and look at papers he does not know, his mind finding only irritation in it and as such he lopes only further into the forest and towards his most favoured of trees. After all, it is often the place he and Tetra are given to rest, if not sleep, whenever they make trips to the forest and find their stomachs full of meat from there hunt. The children are dropped easily at the base of it, neither seeming at all concerned. He moves to crouch before them once more, long tail flicking now, Isabella attempting to grasp it while Micah proceeds to climb atop him, the boy far more content to play with them here and away from the scent of the horse that so irritates him- some part of his fractured mind assured that which belongs to him is far safer away from that scent. That Nadya would be mad simply does not occur to him, why should it? The kittens are his own, this he knows, this he has been told and he is determined to play with them here and now, forever ready to engage them in games the others so often tire of...

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