Silver Creek The march of ages

Shreya took a long, deep drink from the crisp waters, and as she listened to the goings-on behind her she made a silent oath: she wouldn't be a burden to her packmates. That was an old woman's nightmare. Instead of taking food while contributing nothing to the hunting caches, she would only ever accept food if she was giving something in return — knowledge, guidance, observation, advice; hell, even a bit of grandmotherly companionship. She valued her pack too much to drop behind again.

As she slurped at the water, she started having designs on those three young pups. One day very soon, she would sit them down and eye them for potential...