Silver Creek life and livelihood

Shreya was glad she was seated, because she could tell from the off that she was in for a good story. And no good story could be heard with aching paws. So she sat comfortably and listened with interest as Spring started upon a tale that began with some curious names, and reminded the old wolf that she was already acquainted with a member of Spring's family: Amber, her sister.

The idea of speaking another language was especially interesting to Shreya, who had lived a fairly secluded life and had heard of French while out on the road but had never spoken a word of it. It seemed that one who could speak two languages was a talented soul indeed.

Humans. Even Shreya shuddered at mention of these fabled creatures. The earthquake was a less daunting thought, but even more tragic. There's nothing worse than the loss of young ones, she sympathised gently, thinking of Milo. It seems your losses are with you still, she observed. Perhaps they always would be. Is that why you left Starlit Hills — to find Lilac?