There is, within that boy, a truly joyous sense of delight that had so been lacking these past weeks in the wake of his companions death- one that had been so concealed beneath his volatile nature and explosive fits of rage of the even the smallest of irritations. His patience, it seemed, utterly having become lost somewhere in those passing days and yet here and now there is a true childishness to him, a glee of sorts as he rushes about and atop that sand to place his objects just so and with evident care. He is oblivious, perhaps, to Raven's exhaustion in that emotional sense and too just how his tendency to so order any and everyone to do just as he likes might yet be wearing on the long-suffering wolf and yet it is simply within his nature to be as such. He scrambles upward and onto her back in the moments that follow the completion of his strange little obstacle course, fingers nestling again into that ever thick fur he so seems to delight in, Tobias leaning forward now to rest his head atop Raven's own. It is the sensation of that fur he so adores, the boy so given to find pleasure in the strangest of things, fingers running in and out the fur upon her ruff before he finds those soft words pressed into his mind. His mate so misunderstanding in that moment what he desires of her as he merely informs her of their need to go fast. Tobias incapable of that higher order thinking, the deranged boy so assured Raven should simply understand without his need to poorly explain his desires. He frowns now, frustration tugging at his features though it is hardly frustration at the woman herself. Indeed it is entirely at himself and the struggle he faces in attempting to have her understand. Each halting word a struggle as it passes his lips.

"First....have to jump....then.....run then....in, out, in, out......then under and then we....win but must be....fast."

He nods in some assurance that his idea is now perfectly and entirely clear, a grin so adorning his features in that moment despite the notion that he has done little more than explain what he so wants Raven to do without explaining why or indeed why it is he is content to remain upon her back as he had so often enjoyed before. His fingers grip softly at her fur now, the boy so swinging his body as if attempting to encourage her to go forward before gesturing towards those neat little jumps he clearly so desires she go over.

"Birdie....need to...practice so can....help...get....gifts....because Tetra....not back yet."

That this is a truly unusual thing to say has clearly not occurred to him, Tobias so requiring Birdie to practice in some effort to assist him in 'getting gifts', a job that had, once, been so reserved for Tetradore. Tobias evidently determined that Christmas shall be just as it was before even with that lack of his companion. That gangly deviant, after all, so poorly handles change in any real fashion. He is a creature of habit, entirely so, so much of existence fixated upon the 'when' of each day, the boy so relishing that schedule and indeed his understanding of Christmas is fixed upon this understanding that gifts are required even if that 'Christmas spirit' was lacking entirely form the ark in the wake of his companions death. Tobias so unable to perceive these things. He understands only that is Christmas and, Tetradore or not, there were gifts to be had. The shaggy haired boy so swinging his legs again in a further effort to coax his mate to jump those poles, make it over that net, weave in and out of those stakes and duck under the finishing rope all within a time he will surely declare to be either acceptable or two slow. The boy so failing to inform her of just why she was required to do as such.

"Tetra....helps me but.....this time....Birdie will....help."

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