it's going down, i'm yelling timber

"I have never understood folks, who eat for pleasure and not for function," Pump said and poked the crab with her paw - the small animal hid in it's shell immediately and rolled a small distance away from her. This was a tiny bit amusing, therefore the wolf-dog let out a quiet woof and snorted. With that her interest in the crab was lost and she returned to the conversation. "I mean, eating is all about function..."

She got up to her feet, stretched thoroughly and shook her coat. It was a little damp, but the fur was very thick and she would have to dip in a pool of water for a quite some time for it to get totally wet and her to feel cold. "I didn't introduce myself - name's Pump," she said. "What should I call you?"