Horizon Ridge Watch me Dancing

Almost two weeks had passed, since the rockslide and much had changed. For the first time in her life Pump had taken up responsibility for others. First out of necessity, now after getting used to the idea of being in charge because she almost liked the folks that had remained. The white beast Bjorn had turned out to be a valuable asset, Gavriil the easy going always happy-go-lucky wolf, whose sense of humor confused her now and then, was rather nice guy, Nuka seemed just the experienced, sensible and level-headed wolf they needed, and Thistle cloud, who might have seemed the weakest and naivest link in their small circle, but who could show toughness and determination at times of need.

The wolf-dog had spent her early morning and mid-day scavenging around the territory (or what was left of it). Even though she had sworn not to set her paw on the anywhere near, where the landslide had taken place, she had caught scent of a pack member nearby. Curiosity and worry had won and she had taken the courage to follow the trail. She recognized Thistle cloud, once she saw her unusual colored coat. The girl was standing on the edge of the carnage - a place, where Pump would not dare to go. She could push herself only this far. "Admiring the view?" she called out to her and sat down, not wanting the other to see that her feet were trembling and very willing to carry her away from this place.