I don't trust mountains [Mini-plot]

ooc: Thanks for clarifying that, Remedy! I will extend the Round 2 a bit, so that we can play out the moment, where the wolves try and hopefully succeed to free Kennedy. After that we can move to Round 3.
Oh - and take notice of Remedy's clarification of Kennedy's exact position under the rocks.
Bjorn/Tokio - feel free to powerplay Pump in your post, where they try to move the rock and then free Kennedy.
Bayou - you can join in the next rounds and simply fill in, what happened to her.

For a moment Pump feared that she was alone in the woods. This was the price you had to pay, when you began to care for someone. The feeling of panic creeping up her limbs and body was very unpleasant and she would have rather fled the scene than stayed had it been any other wolf than Kennedy. But she couldn't move, because she understood that the feeling of guilt would be very hard to get rid off, even if she justified her actions as rational and only natural. It had nothing to do with the fact that Edy had become almost as a friend to her. More like - she realized that if the situation was reverse, she would want to be saved. And he - she believed - being a better person in so many ways wouldn't leave her there to die. So, how could she?

Therefore she waited. Her heart leaped in joy, when she caught sight of a sepia-colored she-wolf she had noticed now and then in the pack coming in their direction. She was Thistle-something, but they hadn't had any conversation or private meeting up until now. They didn't waste any time in exchanging common courtesies, she went straight to the business. Under any other circumstances Pump would have not liked to receive orders from a subordinate and significantly younger wolf. Now it seemed like a blessing - her mind was set in motion, she was recovering from the shock and confusion and was ready to do something. "Well, it's hard to tell, how well he is," she pointed out to the fact that there was only part of his leg visible. "But he is alive - so much I can tell."

Few minutes later Pump saw the arrival of another wolf. This one definitely was a new addition to the pack, because she hadn't seen him before, probably because she had been so immersed in running her own little, simple world. He was tall, he was muscular, he looked strong and that was just the thing they needed here. The rocks here were too heavy for them alone to move, but with him - there was hope. The good thing about him was having a cool mind and the fact that he had grasped the situation almost instantly.

She regarded him with a quick, thoughtful look and then returned to the main business. Pump evaluated the situation. Her gaze stopped at the big rock that had trapped their pack-mate's leg and then she moved a little forward to sniff along the cracks of the rocks. The air that came from there was thick, humid and tinged with Kennedy's smell as well as blood and injuries. And then she sensed motion and heard a high-pitched yelp of pain. "Kennedy!" she barked out, waiting for a response. Asking, whether he was alright, seemed stupid and inappropriate now.

"Alright," she lifted her head to face her packmates. "I sense that there is a bit of open space under the rocks, so it is possible that he is not burried, rather trapped in something like a crevice or a small cave," she went to the one rock that had trapped his leg. "You - help me move this thing," she told the white beast. "Thistle - I am sorry, but there is no way of helping him without causing pain or possible damage," their opportunities of freeing Kennedy were very limited. "Therefore I trust you to take care of him the moment we help him to get out," she went silent for a bit and then added. "Try to talk to him," she had no idea, how long would the rescue mission take, but if Kennedy was awake then they needed to keep him that way.

"Alright, big guy," she beckoned to him. "Let's tackle that thing."