King Elk Forest blood in the sunlight

Her paw hurt a whole lot, and she was not looking forward to the very heavy limp back to the Creek, and the focus it would take to stop the poultice from slipping off. But things could've been worse. Much worse. That first lone wolf, the one who'd stolen her mouse, had been dangerous, and ready to kill her out pride alone. And Shreya had been lucky this one — this Riptide — had come along.

Being too old to wander far, and fairly uninterested in the outer world anyway, Shreya didn't know where Stavanger Bay was but it was a good fact to know regardless. The handsome thing gave her a peck on the cheek as she'd requested, and she came out of it smiling lightly. I'm from Silver Creek — that-away, she nodded northeast. So Riptide, if you ever find yourself on those borders and in need of an ear, tell them you helped their elder, Shreya, out of a sore spot.