Horizon Ridge Dusky Dawn and Furry Paws

Pump was a person, who preferred to form her ideas and intentions in simple words and short sentences. Her eloquent speeches were meant for testing the newcomers only. Therefore she found it hard to follow through, if the person spoke too much or too fast. As in this case with Thistle. But she got the most important parts out of it. Pregnant, puppies on the way, punishment.

She sat down and didn't say anything, looking down at the girl with a thoughtful and calculating gaze. There were several thoughts going through her mind. Pump recalled her life in the Bilberry hills and how they had dealt with the illegitimate litters. They were killed the moment they were born or exiled alongside with the parents. They had no right to live. They had no contribution to strengthening the bloodline.

And yet here she was, leading an unusual pack, which consisted of unrelated wolves, who had nothing in common and yet stuck together, forming bonds, friendships and being loyal. Did the rules of an average pack apply here? Were there any set rules to follow at all? She was puzzled, she was confused. And finally, she got to her feet. "Get up and follow me," she ordered.