[Tate might think the roaring thing was cooler if he hadn't been caught in that first blast - it makes him aware of how powerful it is, though. Useful, too. Derek could've had him submitting too if he kept it up - but he wonders what it says about Cobain that she did cower but is still holding true to her colors. She's just... the feistiest cat he's ever seen.

Derek wastes the fuzzy peach and Tate stares at it, finishing the ones in his palm by knocking them back. He then reaches for the spare one, picking it up off the bed and sticking it in his mouth as well. He's eating more food in this fucking tree house than he's eaten in weeks, just because of the casual access. He replies after he swallows, laying down next to Derek with a thumb against the bed.]

I've seen her for a couple weeks. Just hanging out around the beach, under the pier. She was farther down the boardwalk but I've been coaxing her to follow me - finally got her kinda used to this place. Nobody else seems to take care of her. It's a miracle she's still so fat.

[Tate stares up at the trees, squinting when he thinks he sees a sway of an orange tail somewhere up, up above.]

If she didn't submit, does that make her an Alpha too? D'you got competition now?