Sawtooth Spire From the dusty mesa, her looming shadow grows

Tonravik had been close enough to catch the sounds of her Beta echoing across the rocky expanse. The scent of a new subordinate–Iluq–was noted as the alpha female began her own sprint downward. She contrasted her Beta in that her approach was silent, but her lobes thrust over her brow foretold her intent. 

Her own tail was lifted to its summit, an eerie calm settled upon her scarred visage. She was not far behind, but when she caught up to her stationary Beta and Iluq, violence was a guarantee; this was the pale whelps only time to run. Tonravik would ensure the entirety of the Spire was untouched by others, and if the scarred cub loitered longer than the time she was given (little though it was), she would be made an example of.