Bearclaw Valley what you need is a sweet caress

She wanted to believe that Sobeille was lying, but her defiance made it even more difficult to tell. Ameline had not been bluffing in her threat to expose Sobeille to her mother, but the threat dissipated as soon as Sobeille accepted that as a possible consequence. Ameline glared deep into the gaze sunken into the dark mask, and felt her eye twitch.

Sobeille had bested her.

'all I know is dat you be de one Athalia sez is tryin' to kill 'er.'

Trying? 

It implied an attempt had already been made. Her eyes widened. 

Sobeille looked as if she was about to bolt. She would, if Ameline did anything stupid. 

"I'm not tryin' to kill her," She said slowly, squeezing the words out on a warm breath. She hoped that in the steadiness of her voice, she might convey her sincerity. "I would nevuh hurt her- whether you believe that or not- but she hath a mother out there thomewhere...Her brother already came an' found her, an' knowth where she ith, an' she chathed him off...Pleathe- if she'th in danger, I need to know. An'..." She paused. "She truthted you enough to tell you. But yuh not here to protect her, I am. If her mother'th already been to the valley, I need to know." 

Not many female wolves had come to the valley, which left her with only one, glaringly obvious suspect.

Arlette.