It is a rarely peaceful sleep for the young man, wild black hair fallen across his eyes, thickened lashes given to flutter slightly in the embrace of sleep, a purring sounds of sorts rumbling within the depths of his throat despite the fact he does not maintain his animal form in this moment. He is warm, content, pressed close to his chosen female companion- having chosen for this night alone to sleep within the warehouse hammock, his home for so long before he had taken the Ark for himself and his Alpha and yet- a home to which he still returns on occasion, seeking the wolf he has claimed as his own, the imprints of his teeth marked upon the flesh of her neck in a primitive, animalistic signature of both his dominance and ownership over her. He does not wake when she stirs, oblivious, for now, as to the intruders that have sought to touch claimed territory yet, the movement of the roller doors, the sound of steel upon steel seems to drag the Were male from his slumber at last. Eyes of darkened chocolate, fathomless within their depths given to glow within the faint gloom of the upper reaches of the warehouse before he moves, at last, to roll from his hammock, bare feet silent upon the earth as his senses readily extend- so much more powerful then any other, seizing upon the presence of a female unwelcome and yet....it is the Jaguar that seems to displease him more. He alone is the dominant predator within the West, this land his own, this territory claimed, belonging to the Nightshade Pack- and the presence of another animal, a cat no less, is nothing short of a crime amongst the race of the Were.

He simply moves to wander forward, lips parted to murmur to himself, words that hold no true meaning or phrase, merely muttered beneath his breath over and over as that wild black hair falls in thick locks ebony about his face once more, eyes peering beneath those tousled strands as wild and untamed as the creature himself- despite all those whom have tried and failed to subdue him, own him, command him- dominance in some...is inbred. He steps easily from the side door, moving to circulate the warehouse, long fingers trailing like an innocent child along the steel sides of the building as he seems to hum a tune of sorts, taping a beat with no rhythm, so innocent, so childlike, the boy positively angelic in his appearance before those fathomless eyes fall upon the intruding Witch and her....kitty-pet. He has spent to long on the end of a chain, worn enough collars and been forced against his will to follow enough commands at the ends of a once vampire mistress to believe any differently of this Witch, a loathing for her domination over the Jaguar seeming to twist somewhere within the fractured confines of his mind. He believes she imprisons the cat and as such resents her for it and yet loathes the cat in turn for its trespass upon claimed territory, the animal foolish not to have noticed the scent markers any animal can surely taste upon the air.

His features however, remain blank, impassive as he wanders forward, long fingers twisting into the fur of the giant wolf in the way a child clings to a dog, eyes upon her alone- as if witch and jaguar simply do not exist, soft words murmured to the wolf alone as if he seeks to settle the creature before he very suddenly launches upward in a manner entirely inhuman, one that displays the physical capabilities of his animal form so readily, moving now to stand atop the wolf herself as if she is his own personal throne, arms folded now across his chest as he seems to offer the witch and her familiar attention for the first time. For a moment his head simply tilts and turns like a curious puppy, actions bizarre, predatory, animalistic- displaying his insanity perhaps, for the first time as those dark eyes rest upon her- one hand suddenly lifting to point directly at the Jaguar.

"Not allowed."

It is all he offers, gaze rested upon the cat before those eyes slice back to the Witches own, clearly expecting some action, some movement...something she does not do quickly enough as his impatience begins to show, a purely predatory growl rolling within his throat as he speaks again. Words now a violent hiss as human teeth twist and morph into the canines of an entirely different jungle cat, weaponry exposed in clear threat.

"This....is my....territory.....kitty-pet not allowed.....must pay...for food he kills. Pack...land."

Each word is fractured, broken, a struggle to speak, his illiteracy surely clear. Yet he is no older then the girl herself, young indeed to hold something as crucial as the entirety of the west side and yet......save for Birdie there are none as powerful as he among his own race....among any other race within this city, the madness of his mind perhaps attributing to the sheer force of the powers he commands as one displays itself readily now, fingernails withdrawn to be replaced with sharpened claws as his spotted tail falls merely a moment later- the boy a partial shifter, a rarity among even his own race. That he too is a cat is surely clear now, a Leopard, a dominant male leopard within his own territory and with a female he has claimed as his own property to protect- a precarious position for girl and pet, the boy seemingly balanced upon the very edge of sanity itself before he grins so very suddenly, hands clapping together like a child as he leans down to pull back the ear of his wolf, words whispered into this appendage and yet loud enough for the Witch to hear.

"Birdie.....we will...play a game. I will....count and if....they do not go....away or pay.....we will eat them. We will kill kitty-pet....make him pay for food he....takes and Witch...can watch. One....two...fifty hundred....nine....twenty one....number.....twenty one....four...four and two...."

He cannot count and yet which number he deems to reach before he sees fit to launch himself and his wolfess upon them remains to be seen, snicker hissing between his teeth as those dark, dark eyes lift to the witch once more, uttering that single word.

"Run."

Go on.