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Shreya plonked down her rear on the growing grass and listened to the young fellow. Her ear tilted with a hint of surprise, but to be honest she'd seen something like this coming. It had been decided that the pack would raise the pups — Shreya lived with them simply by default, having been the most regular visitor to Saena's den. She hadn't expected Casmir to be the one to take them though — she'd expected Spring or Laika.

That's fine by me, young man, as long as it is by them, she confirmed. And by Spring of course, but that part wasn't up to Shreya. Though I'd like to remain in charge of their learning. For instance, I suspect I'm the only one in this pack that can offer them a balanced perspective of their father. He's the grandson, by the way, she added with a slight smile. Casmir had kindly underestimated her old age. The pups are my great grandchildren.