Horizon Ridge I'm happy and content

Pump listened carefully to what Thistle had to say and at the end of her speech she was grinning. It was rare for the wolf-dog to express emotions - she preferred not to give way and be calm, collected and reserved - but the life among her packmates here had had positive effects on her. Smiling was an art she was still learning, but it came easier as it had before.

"He has a way of making things complicated, doesn't he?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow. It turned out that her word that the kids would not be harmed was not enough. He needed an approval in front of his gods and traditions. "But so do I. Not much different in that aspect," she continued to muse. It was true - their minds could be differ on various subjects - yet they had a lot of in common.