Tobias liked the gym. He liked the scent of rubber. The sound of those machines. The soft music that filled that workout space- and the rhythmic sound of Tetradore's punches agianst that bag.Tobias had learned early on that the punching bag was one of the few items in existence he might be permitted to hit with all his force- at least in human form. His feline claws were distinctly forbidden from slashing at it ever since he had torn open the last punching bag in a veritable frenzy of feline delight at 3am. That bag Tetradore swung at, however, was so hardly the deviants favoured exercise assistant. Oh no. That prize had been thoroughly won by the treadmill he currently toyed with in eager delight. The lanky young man's legs all but raced across that rolling black surface. Tobias sprinting as if possessed by the desire to achieve a gold medal run and yet his mind seemed distinctly....fascinated with the notion that he could sprint as hard and fast as he desired- without ever moving from that singular place. The very mechanics of that machine were all but magical to the Leopard. Tobias, every time Tetradore and himself trained in that exclusive gym designed for the pack only, was so often determined to coerce his beloved alpha into turning on that machine for him. The Nightshade Beta content to spend the entirety of that training session simply running. Often at distinctly tremendous speeds that seemed to have truly little effect upon the boy beyond the eventual lathering of sweat that came from that level of exertion and yet- how distinctly quiet Tobias was prone to be upon those evenings in which he had been given to opportunity to run out every bit of energy he possessed. How much more peacefully he was inclined to sleep, either beneath Tetradore's bed or sprawled across his Alpha's feet at the foot of it.

Tobias' pace seemed to increase all the more- as if the lanky boy was all but determined to outrun the machine itself. His delight was distinctly clear- at least until that voice across the intercom prompted the deviant to leap from that machine and onto the floor. His dark gaze so instantly found his companions in a veritably unspoken question. Just who or what Tobias remembered, after all, was a wholly debatable thing. His memories were...fickle. Though whether by choice or design so remained to be seen. His focus in that moment was distinctly Tetradore alone. Even the most subtle of shifts upon his chosen Alpha's features so readily assured the Beta of just where Tetradore's mood lingered. Tobias distinctly expert at reading the often stoic, emerald eyed man. Tetradore's command to stay here was met with a nod. The boy was loath to disobey his best of friends. Tetradore sure to summon him if he required him. Tobias nothing if not protective of his favoured companion.

Tetradore had no sooner left that room then Tobias so proceeded to all but launch himself onto that treadmill once more. The boy took three long, running strides before leaping off- and back on, as if testing his own agility to see whether or not that still running belt might manage to throw him off. The gangly deviant leapt upward, his legs splitting at the last moment to land a foot either side of that machine, only to leap onto it again, letting it carry him to the end at rapid speed before he proceeded to backflip off the treadmill- landing neatly upon his hands before flipping back onto his feet. Those distinctly acrobatic maneuvers unseen by any and yet that delighted grin so hardly faltered from his features. Those equally delighted hissing chuckles echoing within the room. How he adored treadmills. Yes. Very much. What a glorious time he was having.