So be it

"Excellent!" Pump said with the first genuine smile in her expression, since meeting this fellow few minutes ago. She would never admit it, but there wouldn't be the same joy and easiness in chewing, while having an audience, which could - in the darkest corners of their mind - possibly be thinking about stealing this piece of treasure from her. Now she could chew without a single thing to worry about.

"Disclose? What a funny word," she commented and with a knack managed to snap off a piece of antler. She spat it out, gave a curious look at it and then returned to the conversation. "Pump," she gave her shorter version of the name, because the full one was "mouthful". "And why do lone wolves in the middle of winter join packs?" she asked, because the answer was so obvious that the question sounded a bit silly.