Cyanide and happiness

ooc: I have been reading "Cyanide and happiness" comics lately - love most of them.

It was an early morning and Pump was walking along the western borders, sniffing up information of comings and goings of various creatures during the night. She also left scent marks here and there to remind every passerby that these lands were claimed and that no trespassers would be tolerated. Now and then she would change her route and stop to pick up and eat some tasty morsel.

Even though she still didn't enjoy the idea of another pack living so close to their home, they hadn't caused any trouble so far and she rarely saw any of the wolves that resided there, which was a good a thing. Yet her years of experience in the wilds and living with various packs told her that it was only a matter of time until a conflict arised.

The wolf-dog found a patch of lush green soft grass and out of habit began to pluck one leaf at a time and eat.