Totoka River she's dancing with strangers

Pump was very simple in her perception of people. She did not generalize and did not pretend to like someone, if she didn't. Jinx had been one of the few members of the pack she had respected - she had an air of power and ambition, someone willing to act, rather than sitting around and doing nothing. If this white wolf were to lead the Ridge, Pump would be more inclined to stay there and try to fit in than now. Regarding Ira - she disliked children in general and this one with his attitude and arrogance had simply got on her nerves. Nothing personal.

She furrowed her brow, when Jinx mentioned friends. They were no such thing and, since no one missed or mourned this lass in the pack, she doubted that there were any left there. Therefore the choice of words was a little odd in her opinion. "Same as ever - a group of wolves with nothing in common, an alpha that is hard to find and meet. One big, happy family," there was an edge of bitterness in her tone, when she said this. "Pied got severely injured, but is hobbling happily around now," she had caught the distinct scent of the delta wolf around the woods recently.

"You look fine yourself. Where do you live now?"