Totoka River she's dancing with strangers

It was a day or two, since Pump had left the borders of Horizon ridge behind her and begun to roam around the Squoia coast. She scavenged for most part of her time, hunted, when there was a good opprotunity and chance to be successful. More and more it became clear that she craved neither the company of other wolves, nor she missed any of the pack members. As much as the leaders wanted to believe that they were a tight knit family, in reality they were a group of total members, who had nothing in common. There was no difference then, if Pump lived in a den under a tree in the territories or chose a place somewhere in the wilds.

She was busy burrying down remains of her last meal (a hare), when she caught scent of someone familiar to her and foreign at the same time. The wolf-dog lifted her head and cast a suspicious glance around. She had no desire to meet anyone of her pack, let alone share her meal. Therefore she put her precious treasure in the shallow hole and pushed earth and snow on it. Then she shook her coat and looked for the person. It didn't take long to spot the white wolf standing by the river. Jinx.

For unfathomable reason she was a little glad to see this wolf, even though it had left the pack weeks ago and was no friend. "Hey," she barked, while closing the distance between them, "a little too far away from home, aren't you, Jinx Kesuk?"