Gyrfalcon's Keep nine phantom dragons

"No, not really," Pump replied, trying to remember, how long it had taken for her to travel from Bilberry hills to Teekon wilds. She had never put much importance in numbers, therefore it was hard to tell. There had been many stops along the way, since her aim had not been to come here exactly. She had simply been looking for a new place to live and belong and happened to find it here. The fact that it hadn't worked out the way she had planned, didn't matter.

Pump furrowed her brow, when Ame referred her looks as something extraordinary. It wasn't the first time during her stay here and it always was confusing. She didn't see herself any different than the rest of the wolf population. Non-uniform wolves were very common in her pack, therefore she was very tolerant to diversity. After all - looks were not the thing that mattered, your worth as a person did. "By that you mean?" she urged Ame to tell, what exactly was off in wolf-dog's looks.