Moonspear even angels have their wicked schemes

They had one other Easthollow wolf, though this was to be a visitor. Leta's stay, Osiris had expressed to her, would be far more long term... and Leta seemed to agree to that, too. The matriarch was interested in the wolf that had escorted the girl, though. She supposed she could not allow him to return alone once it was time for him to do so, either, given all that she knew now. But that would be fine; perhaps she would go with him, some of the way. She had wolves to see, and meet as well. 

She came across the scent of Charles and followed it the rest of the way. She heard the remnants of the echo, and as she saw him her eyes lingered upon his ears. Grotesquely large. They reminded her of a coyote, in a way—she licked her chops, wondering if he had any of that species within him now that she had a better look at him. Untrustworthy things. 

It could not be helped that she had no love for the boy from that thought alone. 

But, she would be a gracious host. For she did have love for Valette, and supposed the she wolf had her own reasons for liking him enough to allow him in her ranks. Valette had more years than she, and so imagined that here and now she might found out those very reasons. What have you found? she asked as she approached, her deep blue eyes shifting briefly to the cave his attention was upon.