Alya was a bit confused, but determined to get to the bottom of this. She and
@Hydra had compared notes - oddly differing notes - and both understood that their mother could be a cagey creature. They
trusted her, of course, but also knew her power. She could say something that was completely true, but at the same time, completely misleading. It was part of why they loved her.
They knew that, if they wanted to get answers, they'd have to broaden their horizons. For this reason, Alya was following the scent-trails left by the four newcomers, intending to confront the pale shewolf that'd arrived with her young charges. Being a mother, Olive would surely know the intricacies of producing offspring and falling in love.
Alya wagged her tail, yipping cheerily as the woman came into view and quickly misidentified her. "Lyra, actually," she simpered with a shy duck of her head. "You're thinking of my twin sister - there are two of us, and no one can really tell us apart."
Mentally cackling to herself, Alya peered down at the shewolf's hanging teats. "You're Olive, right? I was actually hoping to speak to you."
"Good," said Alya, her voice a little off from Lyra's gentle nature, but she didn't expect Olive to know that. Not yet, anyway. (Perhaps, months from now, she will know them well enough to look back on this behavior and wonder.) "I want to be a healer and a caregiver when I'm big, and my mother said that it might be good to talk to you. I've already talked to her, of course, about pregnancy and child-bearing and all that - but she said it was different for everyone, and that I should get your opinion, too."
Having finished the explanation she'd rehearsed, Alya sat back and stared expectantly at Olive, waiting for her to take the bait. Alya didn't have any more specific question about the process - not yet, anyway. She felt that, the more knowledge she failed to have on the subject, the more suspect her motives would become.