Silver Creek out for a paddle

His question about her lineage drew forth something he had expected, though he hadn't been completely right. There was something about Shreya that spoke of regality, perhaps she'd always had this or perhaps it had come with her age. He couldn't know which, but all the same it came across. He nodded, interested to know that she knew more of the history of this land. She mentioned coming from the northeast, from some distance it seemed. He had not heard this story, nor truly any story of the pack's history. His eyes were bright with interest as he shook his head.

"Sadly, I am clueless of that story, or truly any story of the pack. I've heard little of the history itself. I would love to learn of it, though, if you would be so kind as to share it? Joining a pack and helping to shape the future is a nice enough idea, but hard to do if I don't even know where the pack has been and what it has overcome." What had made the pack nomads? What had driven them here? He perked his ears forward, comfortable even with the sun shining down on his back since his lower body was  still submerged in the cool waters of Silver Creek. He was more than capable of letting his imagination run wild with his own backstory for Silver Creek, but that is where his Amazon theory had come from. It was best he heard the truth than invented a more fanciful story to suit himself.