Girls he thinks. Like hitting him. Always they are hitting, Nadya's open palm smacking against his feline form in the moments before he shifts once more, fur receding back to naked tanned skin once more, remaining ever oblivious to any need for clothing as Nadya continues to shout despite his moving to offer her the stich he had licked out in his efforts to further heal her, eyes flicking from the object he had pulled from his tongue, to the girl and back again before folding his arms in a huff of sorts and moving to scoop Raven up. He likes to hold her in the same manner he enjoys holding Pretty, seeming to take delight in grasping her furry form and holding her momentarily against his bare chest. Nadya- for now is ignored, her demand that he not be so rough met with a snort. She had never complained about his roughness before, the woman as entirely willing to allow him as he is to oblige, the women earning little more then a blank stare before he proceeds to hold the wolf dog up towards her, assured Birdie has somehow been broken- evidently oblivious as to why this may be inappropriate. The woman moved mere moments later to near wrestle the 'puppy' from him, pulling Birdie from his arms before hurriedly setting her down and snapping more angered words towards him, dark eyes narrowed beneath lashings of hair.

"Why can't I....grab her? I did not...hurt her."

They are not, it would seem, a harmonious pack, his words snapped towards her with an easily similar tone, the animalistic creature merely mimicking the agitation in his pack mates voice, content to push at her, to irritate her though whether indeed he is simply annoyed and responding in turn- or seeks to drive her in an entirely different direction cannot be said, those faint tendrils of his own power lingering around her still, attempting to pull down the walls of logic she holds in place, to see if he can push her further into the argument and be rewarded as he has learned he surely will be. Birdie's sudden return to her human form however, sees his power severed, if only momentarily, withdrawn back into himself as he turns his attention upon the curly-haired woman whom sees fit to shout at them both, placing her own form between him and his pack sister. Yet....it is not so much her tone that grates against him, but her posture, her form, the wolf-girl holding herself ridged, tense, commanding him as an Alpha commands in an effort to achieve order amongst a pack, the domineering male bristling instantly, his own growling rolling within his throat in response to Birdie's own. He is above both females, he is assure, the wolf holding no right to stand as she does and indeed he sees entirely fit to correct her- or more so, would surely have done had she not moved to roll back her sleeve, holding her marked flesh towards him as he blinks in surprise.

His head simply tilts ever so slightly, dark hair falling against his lashes and eyes as he looks upon her arm, struggling to understand what she says, struggling to link Nadya and Birdie in these moments, unable perhaps, to understand fully what the curly-haired woman is attempting to explain, this higher order of thinking unable to hold focus within his mind. To rough? Too rough with Naddy? Not to touch her anymore? This alone seems to insight a reaction, arms folding disobediently across his chest as he near glares as the she wolf.

"Naddy....says she....likes it."

That they may, in fact, be talking about two entirely different things has clearly not occurred to the young man, he boy simply applying her accusation of being too rough, with his touching of Nadya, his pack mate never having seen fit to tell him she disliked his touch, his teeth or any other part of himself touching her during their activities. Fathomless dark eyes flick briefly towards the other woman now, meeting her gaze a moment, seeking to assure himself before his attention returns to Birdie's forearm, clearly unaware that such topics were perhaps best not discussed. It is fortunate, perhaps, that his mind is so readily distracted, features frowning now.

"Birdie's....arm is like....Naddy's arm?"

This- it would appear, is the limit of his understanding. Her attempts at further explanation seeming only to earn the woman a blank look, frustration beginning to edge into his form once more as he simply cuts her off with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Yes, yes...all the arms are....hurting."

This, he thinks, is a fair easier explanation then attempting to understand whatever it is the woman is talking at him about. Tetra, he thinks, is right. Girls talk to much. The mention of food sees his attention deviate readily towards what remains of the raw portion set aside for himself, delight readily touching his features as he rushes eagerly towards the table, perching upon the chair like a gargoyle atop a roof, offering the women a rare moment of peace as he begins to rapidly consume everything before him- the raw portions by far his favourite. He remains fortunately oblivious to Birdie's re-stitching of his pack mate, the boy sure to have protested had he been able to see, attention returned to the females only when he has eaten everything within reach, Birdie's voice seeing him turn as she claims a need to rest, asking that he and Nadya not hurt each other- this causing him to scowl once more.

"Naddy....come....I will show you....my bed that...Birdie made."

His hammock is perhaps once of his most reassured possessions, the young man eager to show it off to his pack mate, moving to hurriedly climb the stairs, waiting for Naddy and Birdie to join him before pointing toward the collection of ropes and sacks strung up within the rafters, one hand reaching up to hoist himself with cat-like ease into it, grinning in clear delight now as he speaks to Nadya once more, looking down towards her from beneath lashings of wild hair.

"You can...try it if you want....Birdie...can come in too. We can all...sleep together."

He does not really, truly, what he has said, nor why this may be an inappropriate sleeping arrangement. He sleeps with Nadya all the time, he has slept beside Birdie before and is content to do so once again. He is entirely sure he can fit two women in his bed. Well- at least he's calm.

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