Dragoncrest Cliffs the purloined letter

At Erzulie's glance, Rosalyn relented a bit, but her gaze remained cold and detached. There'd been a time when she'd seen Avicus almost as a daughter... so perhaps it was fitting she'd forgotten her now, just as she had so many of the others. No warmth or sympathy flickered in her when the woman spoke of a packmate lost, nor of a coming war. She cared little about the trials of strangers.

She wasn't so far gone as to not know what was being asked. Her answer was a resounding no; she would not see their family harmed in a fight they had no reason to join.

But she was no longer a leader here. Her eyes went to her wife briefly, expression wary. They could call their daughters if she wished, but Rosalyn would be just as happy to send her home disappointed now. It appeared the woman would defer to them if they chose to hold judgement here.