For several moments longer still the boy allows his fingers to remain in the long, thick grey pelt of his companion. His mind relishes in that touch and texture and feel of that fur on his fingers although why can hardly be said. He simply enjoys that sensation, for whatever reason, Tobias proceeding to move his fingers about and separate each fur into but a single strand- eyeing it within the moonlight and between his fingers as if enchanted by the way the moonlight so seemed to find the strand and stir it into a look almost silvery. His announcement that he desires to go to the sand comes in a sudden rush, one hand lifting to point out to that beach below before those dark eyes fall upon Raven in expectation. Alpha or otherwise it would seem he so anticipated Birdie would take him, waiting for his mate to assure him she would before she rose to stand, lifting her head from his knee before his own gangly limbs unfolded. For several moments still however the boy merely stands as if contemplating, his head tilted slightly to the side before a grin of sorts finds his features now.

"Birdie....go....big."

It is more a demand then a request, Tobias eyeing his mate now, clearly anticipating that she will understand his command, his features readily scowling when she fails to do so soon enough, the boy repeating his words, gesturing this time with his arms, lifting them up and out in some effort to attempt to have the wolf change her size and shift into that much larger version off herself- hands clapping together in clear delight when she so finally seems to manage just that. His bare feet pad hurriedly along the wooden floors then, Tobias disappearing around the corner before reappearing some minutes later, hauling a rather large fishing net along behind him and right to his mates side. Both hands grasp readily at that net, lifting it upward to place upon her back, tugging it about until he is assured it would stay. He makes no effort to explain any of his own actions, his mind so readily fixating upon this task alone now, one hand running through his black hair before he hurries off once more, this time returning with several broken poles that are pressed through that fishing net to hang from his mate in turn. He disappears several more times, each time returning with rope or wood or old tyres, loading them upon the long-suffering wolf as if she is a pack horse and yet he understands her strength in this form, knowing entierly well she is more then capable of carrying such things before he hurries at last towards that ramp that leads down and onto the docks.

"Birdie! Hurry!"

His voice holds so little room for argument, Birdie evidently moving far too slow despite the sheer amount of things that have been piled upon her large form, Tobias striding down that ramp and onto the dock before leaping readily down and onto the sand, eyeing that water with mistrust all the same. The low tide, at least, assuring much of the ocean remained away from him. The chance of a rouge wave reaching him decidedly low and yet he eyes it warily all the same. He waits only so long as it takes his Birdie to reach the sand before he moves to at last begin to unload much of those odd items from her, dumping them unceremoniously into the sand at her feet. The boy distinctly and clear determined to create....something, lips parting to mutter those nonsensical words as he sets about dragging one tyre further up the beach, pressing it into the sand before striding back. This time he moves to take those broken fishing poles and pieces of wood, Tobias so seemingly having assembled every piece of broken equipment within the ark before dragging those too along the sand to place several feet in front of the tyre, the poles stuck upright, one after the other with a truly large gap between each.

"Birdie.....bring net!"

Such words are very near shouted from the end of the beach, Tobias waiting for the wolf to drag that net down towards time before he stretches it out across the sand, reaching now for that coil of rope, one end tied to one pillar beneath the dock, the other end fastened to another before the bare-footed deviant steps back as if to examine his work, the entire beach so covered in a vast array of....obstacles. He reaches easily then to grasp that thick fur about his mates neck, scrambling up and onto her back as if she is a horse before seating himself there as he had once so often done in the games they played. Tobias so seemingly having decided that tonight he will do so again. For all his insanity the boy so having managed to craft what appears to be an obstacle course of sorts within the sand and crafted out of those items so marked as rubbish to be tossed aside. The boy so deceptively creative when he should choose to be. His mind entirely capable of seeing what others are not. He leans forward then resting his arms atop his mates head, fingers running again through those silver grey hairs before he gestures to his newest game.

"Is for......learning.....and for Birdie.......to....practice."

Practice for what exactly remains to be seen, Tobi so clearly intending to remain upon her back as he gestures to that first obstacle, a series of jumps made from that old tyre and those broken bits of wood followed by the net stretched across the sand with its myriad of holes to get caught in, a set of poles to weave in and out of after that before that rope to duck under at the end.

"Have to be.....fast."

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