Horizon Ridge Blue is the warmest color

"Like that helps," Pump grumbled, wishing that this painful process was over as quick as possible. She was this "tough guy" person, who did not take lightly, if she had to depend on other people or required help from them. That way she felt indebted to them and this was totally unacceptable. Well.. Pied was a different case, because it was very likely that she would not remind about this particular event in the most inconvenient moment possible, but still...

She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, when she felt the other wolf lean down and pick at the other quill. This time the action was followed by a hefty pull and Pump could feel that something was not exactly right, even though the piercing and unbearable pain settled few moments later. "What the hell!" she bellowed, jumped to her feet and stumbled several feet backward, until she fell on her haunches. She shook her head and pawed her muzzle vigorously. "What did you just do? Tried to rip my face off?!" she whined and buried her muzzle in the snow.