I guess that I don't need that

Since Pump had begun frequent scavenger hunts down in the Sea lion shores and now and then brought back food, which she did not want to share with others, she had thought it wise to find a place of living away from other packmates. Her hiding place was by a fallen tree and under it's massive trunk there was a small den. And all around the place there were shallow mounds, where her food was hidden. She would have preferred to dig deeper, but the ground was frozen and it was no use to lose a nail or two for such a purpose.

This was the exact spot, where she resided now - lying on top of the tree trunk, having a piece of hide to keep herself busy. It was one of the oldest, therefore smelt the worst out of them all, but oddly - tasted a lot better in it's decayed state. Even though she was immersed in chewing it, she kept one eye and ear alert on her surroundings - she was ready to scare off any unwelcome visitor, who would want to have a piece of her food.