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Lyra's knowing smile told Osiris everything that he needed to know; he had done well. He smiled back, acknowledging the looking briefly before the tone of the conversation changed. "Already," he confirmed with a sigh.

"Yes, lets," he agreed. So far, he felt that they were set up for success—with one exception.  "There is only one that I have very little faith in," Osiris informed Lyra, grimacing at the thought of the coywolf, "Charles—from Easthollow. He has no idea how to talk to authority figures, and I've already had to put him in his place," Charles had been given so many chances, "he'll be an Omega until he can prove himself otherwise."