Her sneaky twisting only earns her another growl from the enraged male Leopard, teeth unable to clamp down so entirely as he would like, though his claws managed to find their aim, raking open her shoulders until tendrils of red dribbled onto the wet tiled surface below, mixing with the water and his own blood, allowing it to smear and run beneath there frantic paws until it looks very much as if a massacre of sorts has been committed upon the once pristine pool surface, the ground slippery and damp with water, blood and tufts of fur and it would seem neither is by any means willing to relinquish the dominance they both believe is their own by right of blood or association. The sheer weight of Tobias in this form however, seems to finally win out, forcing the females limbs to give beneath her, forcing her into a submissive pose as a rather savage purr of satisfaction peels from his throat, spotted tail lashing as claws scrap atop the tiles, cutting grooves into the surface as he does. It would seem however, that Nadya is far from finished, the female twisting violently once more to slash her claws at his exposed underside, slicing painfully into fur and flesh as his jaws part, teeth colliding with her own as he moves to fend her off and keep her beneath him all at once, her voice continuing to vibrate within his mind, words thrown angrily against him though indeed he barely understand them, barely processes them, mind far to gone within it's animalistic state before the fur within his claws shifts and changes, teeth snapping now at air as the female panther beneath him reforms herself into a woman once more and he is left standing above her, lips falling back over his fangs now as a deep, dark growl takes up hold within his throat.

Her fist colliding with his muzzle sees a violent hiss once more as he abruptly leaps away from her, tail lashing in discord as his paw lifts to wipe at his now bruised muzzle, snorting in irritation though it is clear the worst is over, even if the matter had not been sorted entirely to his liking, that heat within his veins simmering slightly now that the woman had returned to her human form, the girl hurriedly moving to wrap her naked form in a towel as her words find him once more and his own leopard skin drifts away. Perhaps, while Nadya has the sense to find a towel, Tobias hardly shares her own sense of decent, content to remain entirely naked as he often does, such things hardly unusual, especially amongst pack- even if the girl seems determined to make it otherwise. One hand moves to wipe haphazardly at the bloody scratches that marks his side, the boy hardly seeming to notice such a thing despite the sting it still holds, long stride carrying him towards her once more as lashings of damp, dark hair fall as always into those chocolate eyes. He understands these sentence, these words a she continues to invade her personal space all the same, towering above, eyes dark with disdain.

"No I...am not! It is my....job to.....be with him and I....am. I am supposed to.....watch over....him. Mom and Dad...said this. You....left us both...behind. You ran!"

His features remain contorted in anger, voice cold, sharp all the same as he offers the garbled, tangled words, evidently content to fulfil a promise made so many years ago to his adoptive parents, failing to understand perhaps that they had merely spoken such a thing in an effort to give the lost, dishevelled child purpose, to encourage his friendship with their son in an effort to slowly assimilate him into pack life. Yet, to Tobias the words remained. He has always been Tetradore's Second, his companion, his partner- he has never known another life, another job, another role and such is the extent of his loyalty he has remained as such through all these years. Perhaps she deems him terrible and yet....how many would search for their leader for a lifetime? How many would stay when it is clear they should flee as Nadya did. Perhaps he is terrible in who and what he is- but his dedication perhaps, cannot be denied. That same dedication seeming to have wound itself, in part, around Nadya. She is....his thing to protect, she belongs to them, he is sure and until he is commanded to accept otherwise- he simply will not. He is relentless, it would seem, in his desire to keep Nadya a part of his rapidly disintegrating existence.

The sudden trickle of tears down the side of her face seems to momentarily capture the young mans attention, eyes following that liquid trail with clear intrigue despite his determination to remain belligerent, so evidently curious of this reaction as his features shift into a look of confusion.

"Why are you....leaking? Stop that."

It would seem indeed that he never will stop giving her commands, even if this one if brought about through his own inability to understand crying, merely seeking to stop her doing it, oblivious to the fact that commanding her to stop is hardly helping to situation as he shifts slightly closer all the same, as if unable to decide the best method of response, one hand lifting ever so slightly before it returns to his side, arms folding across his chest in frustration once more- those lingering tendrils of agitation still flickering within him.

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