Totoka River she's dancing with strangers

Perspective mattered - that was true. Pump had grown up with people, whose main purpose in life was survival at all costs. Whether you did or not, depended on you and how hard you fought. No force from outside (divine or from hell itself) could aid you. When you entered the ranks of Bilberry Hills - you left all hope and all beliefs outside. Because the tough life gave you no time to contemplate about philosophy, religion, moral, ethics and what not. If you wanted to stay alive, you focused on that one thing. So Jinx, probably, was right in her assumption of Pump as a heathen. Except according to her point of view - these wolves, who worshiped gods or forces of nature - they had invented them not the other way round. The logic was simple - the wolf-dog had lived all her life without a knowledge of gods and fancy rituals and been perfectly fine.

"How do you pay tributes to them?" Pump was curious about this one. As far as the fairy tale had gone - it had been pretty interesting.