Toby rested on a nearby log, his one hand resting on the side of his hip while the other rested on his knee. He was sitting with a typical man spread and his head against the tree behind him. Toby was taking advantage of the silence, his tourettes not being very bothersome today which was always a nice surprise. His goggles were resting on his fluffy, brown hair and his mouth guard was hanging off his neck.

A sudden sound causes his eyes to shoot open, an annoyed growl rumbles from his throat.