Toby was in a forest. Not his forest, but a forest all the same. The woods were located by a wealthy-looking residential area, but he was deep enough that the houses were far out of sight. Toby loved forests, he'd always loved them. It didn't matter that his two worst memories had happened whilst surrounded by trees, nothing could take that away from him.
For no reason other than that he could, the teenager began to sprint as fast as his powerful legs could propel him. Completely lost in the sensation that he'd always found relaxing, the blonde threw his head back and laughed. Making a split-second decision, the male used his speed to launch himself towards the lower branches of a large oak tree. Muscular biceps straining, Toby swung himself from branch to branch in a way that was slighty reminiscent of a large monkey.
Becoming tired, the teen loosened his grip on the oak, and dropped down into the grass. Smiling up at what little he could see of the sky, the werewolf let out a pleased sigh. The burning in his calves, the ache in his wrists, the racing rhythm of his heartbeat; this was what he was made for. Completely content to lay in the grass of an unfamiliar forest, Toby stared mindlessly at the leaves above him as his breaths slowly grew steadier.