The very notion of trust, it seemed, was a precarious one for the young woman beside him. That very mention of Matteo and his obscure Fae-ways so having earned Tetradore's trust seeming to prompt a displeasure of sorts in Raven herself. The woman readily frowning before softly admitting that she felt, at times, that Tetradore had no trust in herself at all, even after all this time. Tobias' own features frowned slightly at that admittance. The man hardly desiring that Raven should feel disconnected from their very Alpha and yet so much of his best friends life was....for him alone to know of. Tobias staunch in his refusal to betray Tetradore's secrets. Some things simply were better left unsaid. The less Raven knew of the complexities of Tetra's life the better even if it so came at the price of of the woman feeling perhaps a little disjointed from him. For several moments the young man simply remained silent, Tobias considering those very words before offering them at last in some effort to assure Raven of that truth. That Tetradore hardly disliked her in any sense, rather, that naturally aloof Alpha was simply doing as he knew best to keep them all safe. His answer, it seemed, had failed to satisfy her entirely as Raven sighed, her attention turned to the window as she mumbled that query on just who would then protect Tetradore in turn.
"He has me and his fancy fairy friend to- I think."
Just what exactly Matteo's role was he hardly knew and yet he had the distinct impression that the French Fae was...helpful to Tetradore. In more ways then one. That conversation shifted then, that further manner of children prompting Raven to mention an encounter with her Father, of all people, Tobias momentarily left blinking in surprise at that all but sudden announcement that not only had her Father returned but the man had, apparently, been scented close by Raven herself and their home on several occasions. Those questions came hurriedly then, his words holding a distinctly baffled tone. Why on earth had Raven not told him this? Was this supposed Father of hers a genuine threat? What did Frost and some Hunter have to do with it? Why was it always Frost? Tobias' head shook readily in some effort to clear itself from those thoughts that seemed to collide almost painfully within his mind. That near apologetic look Raven offered him hardly missed and yet Tobias held back his own words as Raven continued. He remembered that week she had been injured all that time ago. At least, he remembered fractions of memory, those singular snapshots in time ensnared by his 'Other' the only true images he so had to work with and yet he so hardly remembered whether or not his other side had ever asked her in detail about those injuries or where she had gotten them. Yet too, if Tetradore had not immediately acted upon the threat of Raven's father, a threat he had known off, then, perhaps, the man was not so immediate a danger as Tobias had been inclined to believe. Still, that notion that he had not been told was ...displeasing, even if he was inclined to admit he understood the sense behind it. His other half was unpredictable at best and outrightly hostile at worst. Tobias so at last releasing a sigh.
"It was probably better you didn't tell me, I suppose. Who knows what I, he, the other one, would have done. When we get home though I think we should do something about it. If your Father is still hanging around I would like to know what he wants."
Just what they did, if anything, was surely up to Raven herself and yet Tobias was near loath to choose a path of complete inaction on this. Even if that scent had not yet been caught in the West. Perhaps Tetradore or himself could simply find this Father of hers and questions his intention. He was near thankful, in that moment, for the distraction of the river. Tobias shifting his thoughts towards submerging that truck in the safest possible fashion. The Leopard guiding that vehicle safely and smoothly forward with the assurance that as long as the water did not touch him he would surely be fine. The very thought of it prompting his dark gaze to eye that rising river precariously all the same before he smoothly began to guide that truck up the other side. That conversation shifting to talk of names and his own determination to have Raven stop him from naming any of their future children after food or rocks or himself. That very tradition of Fathers naming their sons after themselves one that Tobias held no interest in continuing. It was, to his mind, hardly practical or sensible. Let alone the very notion that Tobias was a rather....old name. By anyone's standard. Ravens sudden suggestion that he could surely change it if he desired prompting that look of surprise to his features before his head softly shook. That amused chuckle rising within his throat.
"Can you imagine how upset my other side would be if I changed our name? After all the work he put in telling people who we are? He'd never forgive me."
That amusement continued to lace those smooth, baritone words. His other side, he was sure, would staunchly refuse any kind of name change or worse- remain utterly confused by it. Raven lent suddenly sideways then to press her lips to his cheek. That very gesture coaxing another grin to his features before she insisted she hoped their future child would have at least some of his qualities. Her list of those chosen few prompting a near playful roll of his eyes.
"Those things would not be so bad. I think though, for our sanity, and for the rest of the world, we should hope for children that take a little more after you in some areas too."
He was, after all, hardly oblivious to his own.....energy levels. His other half entirely inclined to be difficult when the opportunity arose in so very many ways. A miniature version of himself perhaps something the world was not quite yet ready for. That truck rolled easily up that hill then and onto the rise of the lookout, Tobias gently bringing the vehicle to a stop before setting that break into park and moving to undo his own seatbelt. The lanky young man swung easily out of that car then, Tobias rolling his own shoulers to loosen them before wandering around the car to stand beside his wife and look out and over that savannah the spread all around them for miles and miles in every direction. That sight nothing short of breathtaking. Raven shifted beside him then, her arms suddenly wrapping about his waist as her lips pressed beneath his jaw in that near teasing kiss. The man content to rest his head atop her own for a moment in that simple affection.
"I'm glad you like it. Why don't we have lunch here? Than we can drive out to these elephants you wanted to see?"
Tobias' arm lifted then, wrapping around his wife's shoulders to draw her closer for a moment in that affectionate embrace before he moved to step back toward that car and fish that picnic basket out from within. The scent of that food nothing short of appealing. The basket was handed readily to Raven then, Tobias spreading out that blanket for them to sit on before folding his lengthy legs beneath him in an awkward, cross-legged position that made him appear near comical, if not comfortable. His hand reached easily for one of those sandwiches then. Tobias biting into it readily and with clear satisfaction as his gaze shifted from his wife, to that waterhole below and back to Raven once more. That moment nothing short of peaceful. A rare quietude in their often distinctly noisy lives.
"So these dance classes you want to take..... do you mean ballroom dancing? Do I....know how to dance? Have I done it before? Do I want to know if i've done it before?"
He frowned but slightly then. Tobias considering the idea of himself dancing with a sudden...fear for just how that might look. Especially when led by his Other side.