Horizon Ridge Blue is the warmest color

Not hunt? Huh! That was not possible. Hunting and scavenging was a great deal of who Pump was. If you let that part out, there were left only two things - a furry carcass and a nasty character. Therefore she gave Pied a thoughtful look, which told that she would think about it, but inside that fur covered thick skull her brain was mastering a plan on resuming her activities if not this evening at dusk then next morning definitely.

Little did she know that for the next week she would feel so bad and miserable that she would miss out several hunting trips and lose weight in the process. "I don't think so," Pump replied, not wanting to rely on her more than she already had. It would really be unbearable, if such a tough lass as her, would need to be escorted to her den or brought food. It was a wounded muzzle after all, not a broken leg. "I will be on my way then," she said, eager to get to doing stuff on her own again. "But if you ever need help - give a howl. I am indebted to you."