Echo didn't like doors. They were a nuisance and an unnecessary obstacle. She threw her weight at it to try and buckle it like a sapling but it wouldn't give. The doorknob was round abs hard to handle. Nothing.

Then he was making sounds like Alpha but he smelled like Fear. She snorted with impatience and took a couple steps back, assessed the door again, and pounced: Grabbing onto the frame and trying to dig her sickle-claws into it and tear it open with force.