Whitefish River the road goes ever on

She nodded as this amiable Casmir Mayfair asked if her name was Shreya, but paused before replying to his musing. She wasn't scared of Reek — she was confident beyond a shadow of a doubt that the male would not hurt his own grandmother — but she knew what he meant. Reek's pack was allied with these threatening "Dragons" she'd heard of.

But before she could speak again, she was distracted by another wolf nearby — a female paddling in the river. Come join us, young 'un, she invited with a gesture of her head. The small girl looked younger than she probably was, but to Shreya most everyone was young.

I don't think they'll follow us, she theorised at last, moving her eyes back to Casmir's dashing face. For one, we would've smelled them by now. And for another, they've already won. If their numbers are big enough, they can expand into the Maplewood now. It's done and dusted, we've nothing more to worry about but the path ahead.