Gyrfalcon's Keep nine phantom dragons

The black she-wolf didn't seem to be very friendly, which was a relief for Pump. This meant that she didn't have to pretend to be all friendly and nice, if she felt entirely different inside. Being in a pack meant to stick to some certain rules and boundaries. Now that she was on her own - she could be herself and no one would think badly about her for that. "That's good," Pump managed to interject a remark. She had sought out solitude lately more than companionship. She had walked the Ridge's lands praying that she wouldn't have to meet anyone.

"Curiosity," Pump replied. "I have been wondering, if living there or by this tree here would make any difference?" she beckoned to a randomly chosen fallen tree that was lying in the distance.