"Your feet? What's wrong with your feet?"
Raven's feet, it seemed, had hardly been a topic of his own consideration. Tobias so glancing from his own near leathery appendages to attempt to eye Ravens own as the woman sorted out her own socks and shoes. Tobias almost certain he had never paid any attention to his wife's feet. At least, not that he could recall. Even his Other so apparently having failed to notice them in any real sense. Although, perhaps, where the Other was concerned such a thing as lack of notice might yet be a small blessing. Raven's insistence that he should wear the socks in the very less prompted that shake of his own head as he seated himself. Tobias making every effort to pull both socks and boots into place.
"I'll wear both."
It would hardly be sensible, after all, to trek the African savannah without at least some sort of footwear. How hot that savannah sand would get he hardly knew and yet more so he held concerns for the sheer harshness of the ground itself. It would be far to easy to slice open his foot upon stones or thorns. A crime his Other would hardly forgive him for and a wound his wife would no doubt be left attempting to treat while he carried on. Spiders, snakes and scorpions posed an entirely new threat in turn. Shoes, he had decided, were entirely sensible regardless of any other opinion any other part of himself might possess. Tobias rose smoothly upward then, his hand reaching to take his mates own as they made their way down to the hotel lobby. The sudden scent of food, it seemed, so assured he hardly required any further direction to find it- Tobias heading eagerly for that bacon as Raven moved to take care of the rest of those preparations. There was, he had decided, not enough bacon in the world. The bacon in Africa as entirely good as the bacon back home at the Ark. Tobias making short work of that offered buffet before Raven appeared once more with those details and extra supplies. The promise of driving the car and the food concealed within the picnic basket more than enough to convince him to leave that table for now.
It was easy to find that hired car, just as Raven had suggested it might be, Tobias moving to open that passenger side door to allow Raven in first. The very gesture was offered with little thought, such an act so entirely natural for the man. The kiss to his cheek he was rewarded with so prompting that look of surprise to his features. A grin tugging at his lips all the same in simple response to that affection. His very mind, in this state of being, so clearly capable of recognising that affection and too, the simple pleasure that came with it in a fashion his Other so often seemed unable to observe. Tobias moved easily toward that drivers side then, the gangly deviant easily seating himself within the car as Raven settled herself in turn, the roar of that engine nothing short of satisfying as he guided the car backward before shifting gears and sending it forward and out onto that dry dusty road that seemed to go for miles and miles. Exactly the sort of road Tetradore would love. Those thoughts of his favoured companion so rarely far from his mind even amidst the African plains. Those thoughts of their own safety, however, prompted that faint frown to his features. Which side of the road did they drive on here? Raven, in the very least, was quick with that answer, Tobias moving to guide the car to that correct side in the wake of her reply lest a car come over the hill at any moment and collide with them.
He had missed that driving. Tobias unable to prevent that simper from finding his features as they flew along that road, those wide open plains flying past them. That freedom of....space nothing short of captivating. That animal within himself almost relishing in the sight alone. To run across that plain was....almost tempting. That action-filled drive however was equally so. Raven's directions saw that shaggy-haired young man shift gears once more, Tobias turning onto that new road, this one steadily becoming far more bumpy, the dirt becoming mud further up that track. Tobias eyeing that trail with a keen determination. It was that very open-ness around them however that prompted that very question. Tobias turning to glance toward his wife then with that very query on whether or not she ever desired to live somewhere with more space. Somewhere not the city. Somewhere more open. His gaze shifted back to the road then, the tyres gliding through one particularly muddy puddle that sent a spray of water up in their wake, Tobias grinning in clear satisfaction. Boys, it seemed, would forever take pleasure in the simple things in life.....like getting dirty. Raven's insistence she hadn't really thought about it readily saw that soft frown find his features. The curly-haired woman quick to assure him she had never dreamed about that future as a child.
"Don't you think about it now though?"
There was little save for a genuine curiosity within his words in that moment. After all, they had been together for....years. Had she not, in all that time, given thought to the future? Even if only idle daydreams? After all, even he had considered where else they might live, even if he had no desire, ever, to leave that pack behind. Pack, after all, was family, home. Wherever pack was would be wherever they lived and yet it still hardly meant he didn't consider the world at large or the idea that, maybe, they could own some sort of holiday house somewhere. Tetradore owned other property after all, so did several other members of the pack. It would not be terrible thing, surely, to own something of their own even if they simply rented it out for most of the year. Raven hurried that conversation forward then, his mate clearly unwilling to dwell upon those less than pleasant topics. The woods, it seemed, appealed to her, along with living near the mountains. Tobias unable to prevent that simper from touching his lips. That a wolf would desire to live in the woods was hardly surprising. The sudden return of that question to himself seeing his own head shake slightly.
"I wouldn't want to ever leave our pack but, I like the idea of us having our own place too, one day. Somewhere to take our children for the occasional weekend to get out of the city, the rest of the pack could even come to if they wanted. It's just a nice thought, I suppose. A holiday house, you know? I'd like our children to know more then the city. Where I grew up, with Tet, it was in the woods. We used to spend hours in there you know? Dad took us fishing, we used to hide from Nadya in the trees, we used to playfight and just have so much space. I....remember those things so.....they must be.....important."
His head shook slightly, Tobias, in the moment, seeming to struggle to put together those fragmented pieces of his past and yet that he remembered those things with such clarity so surely gave way to the very depth of their importance to him, to his Other, to both of them. A part of the man simply desiring to have those same memories for....his own children. To let them be, well, animals, for want of a better description. Tobias shifted that gear once more, the first real hill approach, a simper of sorts tugging at his lips as he eyed it.
His foot hit that accelerator then, that truck roaring forward, gathering the speed needed to make that climb upwards. That hill very near vertical at one point. The tyres skidded across the dirt, the truck fighting for traction before launching over that crest and plunging down the other side like a veritable roller coaster. The delight upon Tobias features distinctly clear. Those seatbelts, in that moment, all that kept either of them for flying out entirely. The dark-haired deviants gaze glancing towards his wife in that passenger seat then.
"This is better than city driving, you have to admit."