Whitefish River the road goes ever on

She smiled faintly, and gave a nod of acceptance. It was nice to be of use, especially out here where simple physical survival was far more valuable than an old woman's advice. Shortly the conversation turned to Shreya herself, and she was content to oblige. For many years I was Alpha of an ancient but reclusive pack along the Colombia River. I came to the Maplewood to retire... funny how these things work out, eh? she quipped. Some retirement this was.