Sunspire Mountains now it's just the rubber burns peeling out behind the wheel

Tonravik was more temperamental as of late. With the coming of Spring meant the coming of something else entirely in her life that she only instinctively understood. Tonravik was swift, but Echelon was quicker in whipping her head away, a loud, resounding click echoing throughout the landscape at a failure that frustrated her. It was play, but Tonravik was not in the mood. Typically she would have let it go and left Echelon to her own devices, but reprimand felt necessary. Even though in the end Tonravik lurched forward and ripped it from her fiercely, she dropped it, feeling something else needed to be done before she could enjoy the prize.

She lorded over her subordinate angrily, her ears thrusting aggressively forward. And although Echelon sunk low to the earth, Tonravik snapped close to her face in admonishment, an angry, irate, tense snarl rattling loose from her throat. But she accepted the gesture all the same and moved away from her, back to the gift Echelon had brought, tearing at it absently.