Let's play a game

Pump was so absorbed in the prospect of a hunt, that she barely noticed anything that happened around her, let alone Gavriil's touch and his racing heart. She was oblivious to the fact that despite her rejection he still liked her a great deal. Nothing had changed in the way he felt about her, even though she had tried to deter him with the fact that she would only make him unhappy. For her - it was a matter talked through and closed.

She could still feel the scent of the mouse inside, it's anxiety emanating from the little den, as if the small creature knew, what awaited it outside. Pump let out an impatient whimper and scraped the rocks with her forepaws, but it did not help much. She got to her feet, sat down and tilted her head to the side, trying to think of any way that would make the mouse leave it's hiding place, but coming up with nothing. "It looks like we are her for a long wait," she told Gavriil.