Silver Creek The Catch

Shreya regarded her young friend. She was looking fine and dandy. Coat in relatively good condition, Spring evidently being active enough to groom it and healthy enough to maintain its gleam, and body thinner of course, but not emaciated. It seemed almost inevitable that a high-ranking maiden female like this one would survive well, but that didn't mean it really was inevitable. Failure could grip the most unexpected of figures: it was worth reserving a piece of concern for every single one of them. Though in Shreya's case it was less concern and more... inspection.

Spring was dribbling a bit though, getting all fishy and chompy, and Shreya was just about to tell her to slow down and savour her meal when — nom, it was already gone. She gave a crooked chuff of amusement and a shake of her head.

Good to see you too, she knew already, and sat down without being invited, though her ears were slanted low and her reasonably cheery tail was submissive too. She had no problem accepting Spring as Beta. I wouldn't say no to a bite, she replied, honest as ever. That fish looked delicious, and of course Shreya needed to eat. She wasn't too proud to accept charity. But it did go against her intentions in this pack and the last, which had nothing to do with sitting here and taking. But you know me, Spring — I have to give as much as I get. So let's have a catchup, and see if I can do a bit of the old mentoring along the way. If so, she'd earn a bit of fish. And if not... well, she'd be happy enough with the catchup.