Silver Creek life and livelihood

As she neared the female, Shreya properly regarded her, taking in each speck of her appearance. The large scars — where were they from? The mottled coat — from which side of her family had she inherited it? And the ebbing expression of frustration on her face, which emphasised the fact that she was perhaps not as young as she looked.

Afternoon, Shreya greeted, and dipped her head respectfully. I'm chipper, she replied. But more interested in how you're doing. In fact, if you have a moment I thought it about time I get to know you better.