Swiftcurrent Creek Freeway dirt bike, popping wheelies

Two flurries of fur. Two sets of teeth descending upon him. 

The agouti beast roared in fury, but did not retaliate with teeth of his own. 

Tearing away from both as quickly as he was able, he retreated back a few steps; though he did not cower. 

I did not come here to fight, He grumbled, licking away a few droplets of blood clinging to the new muzzle scar he wore. I only wish to speak with her, A gesture to Sovereign. Alone. 

He would take it outside of the border, but only if she was willing to follow him.