Hoshor Plains hey, it's me, your sister

Fair point, Leta realized with downturned lips; the blame remained squarely on her own shoulders, then. What about your dad? Leta asked, a little lamely, realizing that she had not listed that individual in the party of "who to take care of". Maybe their dad was taking care of them, and this yellow-eyed wolf was helping? In which case, the other wolf before her couldn't be that bad... no matter how much Leta didn't feel great around her. 

Probably because she had done wrong. Since when did that feel good? Guiltily, Leta looked away, but when the next question was posed she remembered herself. Tail waving, Leta minded her own place with a little duck of her head as she noted the tail of the Lioness wolf. Oh, I was visiting my sister! Ira, she explained, realizing that this cool pirate wolf and herself had something in common. A sister. Which must make her somewhat cool, right? Hoping to win a point there, Leta answered the last question, I'm from Easthollow.