Silver Creek your gonna sing the words wrong

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It really was beautiful here. At first glance, Silver Creek had reminded her intensely of her old home, but the more she explored the more differences she found. The waterways were a different shape, a different depth... they even flowed in a different direction. And the foliage was quite unique to her: or would be once it grew back. Of course, Shreya had not been exploring simply for the sake of it, but in search of greenery and prey. She was an old wolf, better suited to lying around safely and spouting wisdom, but desperate times called for desperate measures. She did all she could to help.

But she paused in her walk now as she looked upon one of the few Silver Creek wolves she hadn't been properly introduced to. The wolf was a rather lovely-looking young thing, and damp from fishing. Shreya halted and watched her. Ah, hard luck young 'un, she said sympathetically as the fish squirmed free. The old wolf approached. Good technique, though.