Ravensblood Forest Diamonds on the soles of her shoes

Pump deliberated a moment, then agreed to accompany Pied on her hunt. "I hope you're up for a challenge," she warned with a slightly jesting note in her voice. After all, Pump had evidently been prepared to take down something of wolfish proportions. "It's young... male... healthy," she ticked off as if reading from a list of bullet points, which she was, in a manner of speaking.

"This way," she said decisively, thrusting her pale snout out in front of her and breaking into a trot that resumed her earlier northward trek. "He's not far off," she guessed, judging by the freshness of the scent trail. Thanks again, Mag, she thought silently before swapping a brief glance with her canine companion.