Whitefish River The Great Thorn

This is ridiculous! It was not the first time this thought came to Pump's mind, while she wandered through unfamiliar territories. She - the lazy potato for a good and practical reasons - was very far from her pack-lands, spending the precious energy in aimless search for a way home.

It all had started quite innocently - she had caught a scent of a nice kill in a form of a weak and old doe. After weeks of eating rotten and frozen meat, she yearned for something nice and fresh. But the creature had been more clever than her and disappeared eventually, leaving Pump in the middle of a place she did not recognize and with no idea of how to return home.

Heading to the nearby river to have a drink, seemed the right idea to her and that was, when she noticed that she wasn't the only lonely soul in these lands. There was a creature that appeared like a wolf with an odd colored pelt. And it seemed that she had her own problems, therefore a little burden from the wolf-dog wouldn't do any harm.

"Oy!" Pump called out to the she-wolf in the distance and began trotting towards her.