Gyrfalcon's Keep nine phantom dragons

Blood and wartime were not the things what Pump had had in mind, when she had talked about a peaceful life. Bilberry hills pack was located far from any other settlement of their kind. Maybe it was because of the near proximity of the Big Road and the flashing, metal deer, as well as occasional appearance of odd creatures. They had never had a conflict that would start a war. Trespassers were simply and quickly ended - a common and neccessary violence. No mutiny ever had arisen among the ranks. Their biggest fear was famine during winters, which were quite harsh and not all survived it. This was not an occasion here. This place was balanced, peaceful by Pump's definition.

"Nothing is permanent, therefore I see no point in worrying about future, if you live here and now and are fine," Pump said in a rare moment of sharing a wisdom. "What is your name, loner?"[/align]