Twelve billion light years from the edge

A very complicated name for a place to be born, therefore Pump didn't even try to memorize it. Her birth pack didn't have a name - Bilberry hills was just a matter of convenience for Pump's player - and in her opinion it was unneccessary to have one too. She knew, however, that there were people in her pack that took pride in having a name therefore she kept her ideas to herself.

"Keep your word then," Pump said and briefly looked Julooke in the eyes, thus saying that she meant it. She wouldn't follow the young girl around, of course, but the recent disappointment in Diluculo's lack of loyalty had made her a little more distrustful to the newcomers. She would remember to go and ask Thistle herself, if the young wolf had showed up or not.

Suddenly her attention was drawn to the movement in the water. She looked down with her ears perked up and a curious expression on her face. There was a frog swimming towards the bank of the pond. Pump lifted one of her forepaws up, froze and focused her gaze on the amphibian. The next moment she made move - dove with her muzzle in the water, jaws parted and snapped at the creature, which she missed by a "whisker". Pump snorted and shook her head, shot a glance at Julooke and then beckoned her to follow to the bank.