Ravensblood Forest Diamonds on the soles of her shoes

The wounds hurt, of course, but during her short life Pump had learned to ignore pain, therefore few seconds later she felt annoyed by the blood that was dripping down from her muzzle. She licked her lips, snorted and shook her head to get rid of it, but when that did not help, she lowered her head and rubbed her face in the snow.

When she was done, Pied had already killed the badger and, even though Pump felt a bit embarrassed that it had not been her to do it, she also was a bit smug. Won't be messing with wolves, you scumbug. "Good job, Pied!" she said, as she approached her.