Horizon Ridge Blue is the warmest color

"So worse that my face will fall off?" Pump asked, feeling curious of the inevitable fate that awaited her, if she let the quills stay, where they were. The wolf-dog was a simple creature and therefore her view of the world was pretty much the same. One could talk their ears of, by telling about infection and small invisible particles that destroyed the tissues and the little cells that fought the invasion and died in the process and Pump would agree that this was right, but would not let anyone touch her maw. Tell her that she could die - not a good idea, because she was not familiar of the concept of what it means to die yourself (it is different from seeing others die). Tell her that the quills were evil things and she would lose her muzzle in the process - that was a good reason enough for her to let someone try.

Therefore the success of Pied depended of, how she answered to Pump's question. But then again... it hurt and it couldn't get much worse than it was now, would it? "I guess you can try..." she mumbled, thinking that she could always blame Pied, if she did not manage to do it right. With a reluctant sigh Pump gave up laid her head between her outstretched paws, closed her eyes and waited the inevitable.