Redtail Rise been getting big, making me look small

Raleska. There is not much to suggest the young woman carries the blood of the heretic, just as Ereshkigal does, and she has never seen herself as so different from full-blooded wolves, anyway. There are no mirrors to reveal her shame; the sneers of others do not faze her. The Seductress knows she is beautiful beyond lineage, worthy beyond design. All that separates a wolf and a coyote at death is belief — and she has always been, and will always be, a believer.

Does Raleska have room in her heart for the One?

I've not seen anyone of that description, she responds, ruefully shaking her pointed head. I am sorry, sister. How long has your friend been missing? Perhaps I can help you search for her. She would only need to leave word with Cerulean, and perhaps the blue-eyed fae will be keen to go along. Where else will she go, besides loiter and pine within the willows? Ereshkigal certainly does not think she is jumping at the chance to see Mal again.