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

It had been a long time. Tonravik had the patience of a saint with most all things, but as her season came it would appear for the time, she had none. Tonravik did not move far off from Echelon, and fell onto her rear-end and began to eat the gift Echelon had brought her. Tonravik ate it, all of it, leaving not even the ears behind to tell of its passing. No, there was only tiny bones now, and sparsely any; Tonravik stepped on them and moved toward the huffy Echelon, unaware of her hurt.

Tonravik thought nothing of these changes if only because they were happening to her, and she could not look outside of herself. She moved to sniff at Echelon, and when nothing about her own subordinates scent bothered her, she shifted to move around her, to continue to scout the land. It would appear she herself was annoyed or aggravated no more.