Dirty little secret

 

Valkyrie listened intently as the older male spoke. So her aunt was being courted by him. Interesting. He appeared to be quite elderly, older, even, than Eisleif. But Valkyrie would be the first to admit she was a terrible judge of age. After a certain age all older wolves bled together in her young mind. Old was old.

"Eisleif," she said simply. The name was a statement, not a question. The only other woman in the band was Dutch and Valkyrie had never come across a place where Hymn's scent and Dutch's had crossed paths.

She eyed him curiously, noting his happiness, then took a blunt approach to confirming her suspicions. "So, you have been spending time with my aunt. Enough time that you think it necessary to introduce yourself to her kin. What are your intentions with her?"