it's going down, i'm yelling timber

Of all the things Pump had seen in the Horizon Ridge, the seaside was the most fascinating place of them all. She had grown up in an area with abundance of forests, mountains and rivers, but never had she seen that much of a water in one place. Not only you weren't able to see the other coast, but the water was moving - back and forth as if it was alive. For this reason the first time she had arrived here, she had needed a lot of time to gain courage to approach it and investigate it properly. It smelled funny, but otherwise wasn't dangerous at all. Or so it seemed.

Today, however, she had arrived here, when she had accidentaly caught scent of the another pack member that had walked nearby. Since the only two she knew were Akhlut and Pied, this unfamiliar one sparked her interest and she had to track it down a long way, until she caught sight of a white wolf by the waterfall, clearly occupied with something. And Pump, who felt like she could do something too, quickened her pace and neared the pack member, in order to find out, what was she or he up to.

"You know that it is quite possible to lose a teeth or two, if you play with rocks like that," Pump began a conversation, when she was near enough to see, what the unknown wolf was doing.