Horizon Ridge Arsenic and Lace

ooc: I will be slow for this and the next week.

Pump had had a successful but tiring scavenger hunt a day before, therefore she had devoted this morning to have a rest. She trusted Gavriil and Ragnar to keep beasts and enemies away, while she slept, and Diluculo and Kennedy scare the rest of them with their attitude to life and living in general. It was cloudy, but not too cold, therefore the wolf-dog was sleeping in a shallow dug-out hole in the ground near the fallen tree trunk she had decided to claim as her own. However - one ear always open and alert to the world around her, therefore she didn't miss Thistle's call.

It was a good thing that they weren't living to far apart from each other, because otherwise Pump would ignore it and shuffle so to make her nap more comfortable. Now not going was not an option (not that the wolf-dog cared much for being polite, she simply took her leadership very seriously), she raised from her spot, stretched and yawned and walked to Thistle's home without a haste, blinking last remnants of sleep away. "You wished to see me," Pump said, once she caught the sight of the familiar girl's figure, she went over to greet her in a wolfish manner, then retreated and sat down. Not yet fully woken up, yawning, but ready to hear out, whatever the girl had to say.