Phoenix Maplewood Nothing but dust in the shadows

It was a fine afternoon and Shreya went to see if her great grandchildren could do with a babysitter for a few hours. The Alpha had been generous in allowing the grandmother of her adulterous husband to mind the pups, and Shreya didn't forget this kindness. But nor did she forget Reek as she thought of the little things, seeing in them various physical traits she remembered from her own two sons. It was odd how clearly she retained memories from years ago when she could barely remember what she had for breakfast.

As she approached the den, about to herald her presence despite a little one protesting within, she saw that a young fellow was already there, equipped with a gift for the new mother. Afternoon, the old wolf greeted him. We haven't met — my name's Shreya.