For an event that was meant to be a race, Richter projected no signs of hurry while his fellow competitors frenziedly urged along their Lesser companions to conquer the first obstacle in their path. Other than a discomforted twitch of his flopping ears as the music switched tracks to a higher energy but equally loud selection, he stood still, eyes glued more so to the moving images providing an overhead view of the activity in the arena than the important task set before him. He evaluated the sight with a low, appreciative whistle and slurped at the drink which remained clutched in his paw.

"That is some fine work there," he drawled, finally deciding then to focus his attention upon his rabbit who'd taken some initiative by executing a couple of hops past the starting line.

"Hey, uh, Harv." The Lesser in question's eye stalks bent toward Richter as the kangaroo waved at him. "You, y'see that big pink thing up ahead. All you have to do is use those good legs of yours and jump over it. Easy as nibbling on grass, wouldn't you say?"

The Walleye Rabbit merely stared right back at his partner, conveying zero indication he even understood the directions given. They maintained this uncomfortable silence for a few seconds more until all Richter could think of doing was shrug and offer an apologetic smile to the familiar and the audience peering down at the proceedings. His empty paw rubbed at the back of his neck, and he ducked his head away from the intense lights shining upon him.

"Ah, you'll figure it out. Just got to give you a little more time is all."

Maybe his friend was a bit more concerned with food over flight at the moment, judging by the way he'd begun to sniff at the ground now for possible green tufts to yank up.