Horizon Ridge Blue is the warmest color

Pump heard someone approaching long before she cared to open her eyes and lift her head to see, who it was. Pied was one of the few wolves here she knew a bit better than the rest. She was not a friend, but someone the wolf-dog held in regard and could try her best to be good and nice. And for such a creature as Pump this meant a lot. Therefore, despite her miserable state, she managed to wag her tail in a greeting.

But she growled a little and turned her sore muzzle away from Pied, in case she tried to touch it. "That's not funny," she murmured. "Will it hurt?" she asked, sounding very much like a little child.