Fire...what else is there?

Ass over teakettle for a moment, Echelon was probably thankful on some personal level that she disappeared out of his view. When she did emerge from the tangle of destruction, branches raked along her back and turned the fur whatever way they desired. He chuffed to her and she drew in close, jaws snapping at the air as though she threatened to pinch him, as though the blame for her sliding off the log was entirely his fault. But it was in jest; it was relatively hard for a creature so used to flat-footed earth to go meandering around akin to a cat.

His words punctured through the tension of the place, cheekily suggesting a race between them. She snorted, sides drawing up dramatically. Like he'd win, ha. "Then don't break your neck, or I guess I'll just have to add all of you to it," she teased, tongue poking out between her teeth dourly. And without any sort of countdown to be had, she bolted from the mess of what had been their home, already casting pieces of the memory to the wind as she tore across the terrain.

Their tenure at the Spine would mean nothing to her soon.