Horizon Ridge I'm happy and content

Pump had suffered a mild cut in one of her pawpads recently - she could walk, but it was not very comfortable, therefore she had put off the plans for a pack hunt until the paw healed completely. The wolf-dog didn't even consider the idea that someone else could lead the hunt, because - ever since she had promoted Ragnar to the beta rank - he had done a truly marvellous job, yet she felt a little overshadowed, therefore the hunt would be the one thing to change the tide.

She had kept her end of the bargain and stopped by the young mother's den now and then, leaving a small gift in a form of a hare or chunks of sea lion meat from a corpse, which she had found during one of the scavenger hunts at the beach. However, being a busy person herself, this usually happened either pretty early or very late and she never came too near the den, knowing, how very protective Ragnar had become and having no desire to be mistaken for a threat.

Pump had decided to visit Thistle herself today - it had been a while, since she had spoken with the "third in command" (technically) - plus, since it was mid-day, it meant that Ragnar would be away. There was a slight limp in her step, because she was protecting her paw, but otherwise she looked quite well. "Thistle," she greeted her packmate, when she came in the vicinity of her den and saw the healer.