[j] run to the edge of the world

It had been a good day so far - Pump had done a bit of scavenging and by accident had caught sight of a little group of deer in the Ravensblood forest. It consisted of does and a young buck. All of them had seemed to be healthy and having beared the hard winter months pretty well, but now with their numbers stable the wolf-dog considered a possibility of a little hunt. She had fed on scraps, morsels and lean prey for many months now and had almost forgotten, how good venison tasted.

There was also a trace of a bear tracks near their lands, which was a reason to worry, because she had had experience with these predators and had no desire to encounter one now. They had just recovered from the rock-slide to get in the clasps of danger and potential injuries now. With these thoughts in mind she was walking along the borders - refreshing the scent marks, as well as checking, who had crossed them or been near them since the last patrol. Bjorn, of course, was doing a great job, but she was the alpha and her job was to check twice.

That was, when she heard a summoning call, which was no surprise to her anymore. Pump was quick to locate, where it came from and was at the exact place in a matter of some minutes. What she met was a young, tough looking female, whose looks reminded her both of Thistle and Bjorn, but that could be of no matter at all too. With tail held high, fur-bristled she approached the stranger in a confident manner. "State your business here or get lost," she growled, coming to a halt in front of the lass.