It ain't good enough to try and not succeed

@ Ragnar

It was few days after the bear-attack and everything had returned to normal as it could be, if you lived in the wilds, where danger was lurking on every corner. Pump had spent her morning exploring new hunting grounds in the Ridge's northern territories, having spotted a small herd of deer there few days earlier. Their need for resources would grow considerably in the next few weeks, therefore Pump was looking for new opportunities to provide for themselves, because it was clear that scavenging alone wouldn't be enough.

Later in the afternoon she decided to walk along the sea-shore, in order to see, what the sea-lions were doing. Due to the cloudy weather they came to the shore less often and frankly speaking Pump missed them and not only because they were a good food item. They had become an integral part of the scenery and them not being there was as if something had gone wrong. Today there were none either, but the wolf-dog spotted footprints they had left in the sand earlier.

Somewhere in the sea she thought she spotted dark moving figures and her heart leapt in joy. Pump reached Gavriil's rock quickly, climbed it up and craned her neck to have a better look at the wolves of the sea.