Range Rover

Tyrian bit his lip. Boy was she in for a surprise. The skunks patrolled the Range like a small, smelly mafia. Lefty, the matriarch and his father's nemesis, was a shrewd little thing. They were lucky she wanted nothing more out of life than to win small victories over her wolf neighbors. "I would be very interested in learning these tricks sometime," he said with a laugh. "Anything to give me an edge in this fight."

She asked for a tour if he wasn't busy and Tyrian replied teasingly, "Oh, I think I can make time for that."  He then glanced around trying to decide on the best course of action. "Shall we? We're starting at what I think is the most fascinating place, honestly." The young king used his head to motion towards the barn before walking towards it. "This thing has been standing for who knows how long - and it's made mostly of wood! Like to joke that nothing but sorcery is keeping it up at this point."

He stopped in front of one of the barn's massive doors. It was cattywampus and hanging by the upper hinge; the bottom one having been busted by who knows what. The red and white paint had long since faded leaving curly flecks of pale pink and yellowed white here and there. Still, Tyrian was enamored with the structure. It hinted at great creativity and he found it inspiring. "Sometime I'd like to fix it up. Something this time-tested and spacious could be really useful."