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The bear attack was fresh in everyone’s minds. Luckily no one had really gotten hurt from the unruly beast. Ragnar suffered a few wounds on his leg and Pump had been shaken up by the bear when he pounced on her without warning. A few thoughts still overwhelmed the bear incident. That was his conversation with Pump, where like a lovestuck fool poured his heart out to the female. Who in turn rejected him by telling herself it was best for him. Gavriil felt no ill intent towards Pump. He did not blame her for the deep sadness that ate away at his stomach. It was the cinnamon wolf who chose to throw himself on the blade. It would be foolish to blame the blade for splitting him.

Pump’s scent filled the young wolf’s nose on this humid spring evening. The low dancing sun was about to set for the day so he had nothing better to do but follow his alpha’s scent. In a few minutes he came across her position. She was in the most childlike way jumping from boulder to boulder. It was odd seeing his alpha in the resting place of the biggest incident to hit the ridge. Sitting down a few inches away from the rock slide the male let out a bark to his alpha warning her that he was near. ”Don’t hurt yourself. Leaving me alone with Ragnar would make me suffer more than I care to imagine.” Gavriil yelled lightheartedly.