Horizon Ridge whiz-bang attitude

ooc: hello again!

Pump's days in the Horizon ridge had been pretty uneventful. She had heard the news that Pied had made her recovery, but hadn't gone to visit her. There had been some new additions to the ranks, but she hadn't cared to go and get to know them. The wolf-dog was fine on her own, kept herself fed with her own sea-lion meat stashes and did not crave for company.

However pack life dictated rules and today she was up and going through the lands, having nothing particular on her mind, but open to any opportunities. After a while she spotted a familiar black figure not far off - she recalled the awkward and shy lad, whom she had taught the art of scavenging (at least tried to do so). From what she could tell, he was up to something.

Curious - she closed the distance between them and began to run parallel him. "What's up?" she woofed to him.