Twelve billion light years from the edge

It was a pleasant and warm mid-afternoon. Pump, who had assisted Ragnar on border patrols and given her share of the effort in refilling the caches, had decided to have a rest. The hight temperature, sunlight and her dark, thick and fluffy coat didn't mix well together. She got hot and tired easily, therefore she had changed her daily schedule, operating mainly in the mornings and evenings, when it was cooler.

She had also found a better resting spot - some distance away from the denning area, near the small lake, which was located not far from the western borders. It was weedy, but not enough to deem the water unaccessable. Pump leaned down to have a drink and eventually decided to climb in the water to cool off a little. She didn't go very far, only so that the water reached her belly. There she remained standing, enjoying the cold water and listening to the forest sounds around her.