Silver Creek building a wolf

For @Indra!

It was a hot, hot day, and hungry old Shreya was adamant on surviving. The trick, she knew, was to drink a lot of water — an easy mission to accomplish in the newly-discovered territory of Silver Creek. The water was crisp, ample, and — in the shade — blessedly cool. She drank to distract her hunger pangs, then finished off her scraps from yesterday. She nodded at her own reflection. She would be fine. But, just in case the growing famine had other plans for her in the weeks to come, she had work to do. So she set off for the den where her great grandchildren would be playing, and after a warm and respectful greeting for their mother, settled among them comfortably, stretching out her front legs. Come on, let's have you, she said cheerily to the nearest pup, ushering it towards her for inspection.