Goodbye, cruel world, hello space

The first mouse was an easy catch - Pump pounced at it in a cat-like manner, secured it between her paws and with a swift movement of her jaws, the poor little thing was relieved of any suffering in this cruel world. The wolf-dog barely chewed on her meal, gulped it hastily down and then resumed her hunt. The gain was very small, but the process was exciting. For a creature, who had no hobbies or any other interests that weren't linked directly to her duties, this could be classified as "fun".

It was then that she heard someone addressing her and with a look of slight dismay, Pump stopped her hunt to turn around and face Nerian. She examined her with her gaze, trying to find any clues of, why would the she-wolf be here, because clearly she had no interest in hunting. Then acknowledged her with a slight nod and replied: "Not with this," she lifted her paw and put on the ground again. "But I wanted to speak with you about another matter," Pump continued.

"When you joined, you said that you were a naturalist?" she still had no idea, what it meant, but she was willing to give Nerian a try and prove herself. "We are going to have a deer hunt - anything to say about that?" she asked and tilted her head to the side, expecting the she-wolf to spill out her knowledge.