Silver Creek building a wolf

indra scrunched her face as shreya devalued her most intrinsic talent - hey! her contorted face gave way to a sloppy grin and she set herself upright on her elbows, summoning the most serious expression she was capable of. "not truth!" she proclaimed hotly, though her defiance lacked any mean streak in it. with a dramatic gesture she squeezed her eyes shut and promptly collapsed onto her front paws in a dramatic gesture of slumber. "see?" the little child whispered, prying one eye open to look up at shreya.