spill the beans

In many ways it seemed that Abaven's story paralleled their own. As Thalia went quiet, Eligos rubbed one paw over the other thoughtfully. "Do you know more about the raid by this other pack? About this deal with slavers, and how Abaven felt about the whole situation. I don't see them as being particularly pleased about a deal with slavers at all, to judge by the way they were when Father..." He trailed off, still thinking. His impression of them was that as a pack they'd disapproved of things such as slavery and the like by itself, let alone a perceived betrayal in the form of a raid. And yet... and yet Poem and Theory both had seemed very welcoming of him, kind even, even after he'd given his surname, even given the history of their families' interactions. That spoke of a capacity for forgiveness that he, himself, could not fathom in any rational being. He wondered if they had forgiven Winterfell for their own transgressions, and decided he needed to know more, to know if this was information he could use. He focused his full attention on Thalia. "How did you get this information?" he asked, not accusatory but rather curiosity.