Whitefish River The Great Thorn

"It's just Pump," the wolf-dog corrected Nuata, because of Horizon ridge sounded too stiff and official and unnecessary long. Only now did she notice that her companion's way of speaking was a bit odd. What was the right name for it? Eloquent. Or was it elegant? Maybe both.

Anyway, when asked about her future aspirations, she did not have to look far for an answer. "No, it's easier to follow someone else than take the responsibility to lead others. It is too much of a hard work." Truth to be told she didn't think much either of the future or past, she was a creature, who lived in the present and did not care much about anything else.