Sleepy Fox Hollow I am Groot

Fortunately, the other put up no fuss. Tonravik would have dealt with that accordingly, but this made things easier and less tense for the both of them. It was only when the other made to pick up the fox that Tonravik eyed the other sharply, feeling this territory to be as good as her own for all intents and purposes. That kill would have been her own had Wildfire not been present; she did not see it as the other doing her any favors. Still. Leaving it here for other predators would do her little good... and it was best she kept her teeth prepared. 

The look to the Spire was not missed. Tonravik's own head lifted to its summit, muzzle draping over her throat looking very much the part of a proud, regal leader and guardian both. The other evidently already knew the answer, even in asking the question. As the red cub stepped and made to follow, Tonravik headed toward the Arrow range, northeast bound. As the earth shifted to rock, Tonravik recalled the other stumbling. Tonravik paused, now gesturing ahead of her. The leader would direct her as necessary; Wildfire already knew to avoid the path she had first taken, given the loose rocks that would lead to one slipping and losing their footing.