Horizon Ridge awkward moment abound

There were very odd people arriving at the doorstep of Pump's home lately. Mowanza rather than stepping out in the open to speak eye to eye, had dug out a hole and hid it, after howling for her audience. Ragnar and Thistle had chased off a coyote hybrid, who - according to what she had heard - had been very willing to join their ranks. Then she had caught scent of one or two foreign wolves at their borders, but hadn't seen them, because either Ragnar or Thistle had caught up with them and led them away. And now this...

Why were they so intent on her taking another's life without a particular reason? As long as you didn't go inside Horizon ridge uninvited, Pump didn't care about your existance. Right now they were fine with what they had got and didn't plan to expand. There was practically no danger coming from outside, since they were located at a rather remote place. So she was at ease and pretty calm, when conversating with strangers.
"We have got a capable healer already and I see hardly any value in a chronicler or a naturalist," Pump was blunt and honest about her views of practicality.

"Better tell me, what is that you want from Ragnar," she raised an eyebrow and waited for her response. She had nothing against that her packmates had friends elsewhere, however, when it came to pack business and joining, she preferred that they pledged their loyalty to her first. Since she saw the white beast as her rival for the throne, she didn't like him to have more loyal and capable followers than he already did. Thistle and her kids were going to be enough.