been called a monster, called a demon

"Whatever," Pump shrugged, not wanting to acknowledge her mistake. She furrowed her brow, when she noticed the evident clawmarks and the icky-goo that was plastered all over them. Then cast a questioning glance at Ragnar, as if asking - are you sure about that? Because he had been limping, when she had caught up with him and that was a sign of pain. Even if he wasn't going to admit it.

"No need to bother," her back had been sore and a bit stiff for the first few days, but it had gradually got better. Besides she found out that the more she moved around, the less the hit bothered her. "There will be a hunt," she explained. "There has been a flock of deer wandering on the other side," she beckoned with her muzzle in the direction, where the northern territories of Horizon ridge lied. "We have our seaside and numbers in advantage - I believe, we will be able to take down at least one of them."