Barrow Fields ancient wolves

Grace didnt notice Shreya until her grey pelt came into view. The red yearling tipped her head and scented, but she was not expecting the elder here it it came as a shock.
     "Shreya?"
The excited yearling trotted awkwardly towards Shreya in her limping gait, smiling wide. It didn't come to her that she might not be alone, and that Saena surely wouldnt have Grace so much as within scenting distance of them.