He cannot understand taxes or paperwork or any pressing need by the government to so demand these things of them- his mind utterly incapable of those conclusions. As such, the deviant is perhaps spared any sense of stress of pressure that so might be placed upon his mate and brother by that pressing tax time season, Tobias suffering only their utter lack of attention. The lanky deviant is perhaps spoiled in this very sense, the boy entirely used to being ignored by one of his companions, only to demand the attention of the other. That both had taken to refusing to engage with him was...unusual, if not distressing for the boy. He is, after all, used to having the attention of one or both whenever he should demand it. Birdie and Tetra today fixated entirely upon the paper before them, muttering words between them he simply could not understand- his frustration rapidly turning to irritation. He knows entirely what is expected of him when Tetradore so demands his silence or sees fit to send him to his rug upon the far side of the office, Tobias content to amuse himself for at least a half an hour with that collection of toys scattered about it and yet today it would seem, neither his Alpha's command nor his favoured army men and three-wheeled truck were going to occupy his cunning mind for long. Tobias content to develop his own games. It had taken the boy decidedly little time to discover that pilfering from Tetradore's paper pile when the man was not looking was assured of gaining him attention. Tobias content to hide the paper within the room if only to take enjoyment from watching his pack mates search for it- that gangly deviant having added his own signature (in crayon) to several of Raven's paper in the interim until Tetradore had manhandled him out of the office only to shut and lock the door. The yowling that had resulted carrying on for several hours before Tobias had taken to slicing parts of the door apart with those sharp claws and unstoppable fangs. That shaggy head appearing through a hole in the door finally enough to so see Tetradore and Birdie roused into action.

That they were going somewhere was entirely enough to satisfy the over-exuberant spotted cat, the leopard leaping between his companions for much of the journey towards the south, his queries upon where they were going met with nothing but few words from Raven and silence from his favoured companion and yet the decidedly contented air that existed amongst his pack was more than enough to allow Tobias to adopt much the same as he placed himself determinedly between both to finish that walk to the playground. That temptation of high beams and tunnels and slides is far more than any feline can surely resist- the golden cat bounding away from the pair once more to scale upward and to the top of the jungle gym in ready satisfaction, launching himself effortlessly from the top in sheer display of the energy that had built within him before proceeding to declare the nature of the game he has decided they will play, those dark eyes flicking from one to the other before he so hurries towards the metal dome in the canter to begin his counting. Numbers, it seems, are still entirely illusive to the boy- Tobias content to shout out any number he deems acceptable- how long the pair truly had to hide entirely debatable before he so shouts one- the press of Tetradore within his mind so commanding he cease to use his finding powers seeing a huff of sorts forced from his jaws.

He lopes easily away from the metal center, content instead to merely use his sense of smell in this, trailing along the earth of the playground until he ceases upon Raven's scent, heavy paws lumbering up and onto the plastic tunnel, assured a moment later his pate is within it- the sudden yelp of surprise from the wolfess seeing him blunder forward and after her, lunging towards the left side of the tunnel only to see Raven dash from the right. A growl of annoyance rumbles within his chest, tail flicked playfully all the same, that sudden roar seeing his head turn once more- Tetradore having already made it to the safe zone as Tobias' lips part in a distinctly cattish fashion to so allow his tongue to stick out in an entirely childish gesture towards his best friend before he launches himself after his mate. The wolf was easily the more capable across long distances, her very species designed for such things. This however, is a sprint, his own long legs tearing away at the ground, muscles rippling beneath that spotted pelt before he launches himself as he would atop a deer, colliding with Raven to so bring her tumbling to the ground beneath him as purrs of satisfaction roll from his lips. His jaws part, play-biting the scruff of the wolf beneath him before nuzzling against her with affection, stepping from her to allow her up before he scrambles atop the metal dome and beside Tetradore, head colliding with Tetradore own in an entirely headache worthy gestures of affection so unique to the feline kind before he glances down towards Raven again.

Now Birdie must.....chase and we....must hide.

He waits only so long as it takes the wolf to close her eyes before he slide silently down that dome, the boy loping the entire way around the playground, back tracking upon his own steps several times if only to confuse the wolf before abruptly scaling the single tree within the boundary of their game, form hidden amongst the leaves.

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