it's going down, i'm yelling timber

"Impressing..." Pump admitted, when the young wolf had thrown the rock on something she could not quite see, but that reeked pretty much of dead fish, sand and snails. "But still - you can lose a tooth or two," she did not change her mind about this fact. Then she averted her gaze and, while keeping the polite distance, went around the other wolf to find out, what was it exactly she had squished.

"And now, what are you going to do with it?" she took a quick look at the white wolf, tilted her head and curiousity reflecting in her face. She had eaten a lot of stuff in her life, you could not say that Pump was very picky, but she was always wary, before trying anything new on her plate.