A ghost from the past

He looked back at Astrea, and motioned her forward. He supposed it would be on him to explain the situation - this had been his idea after all. He reached up, kissed his aunties check, and unfurled himself. Making him once more the biggest wolf in the bunch. Taking a seat and giving her space, he glanced back at Astrea once more, and then plunged in.

"I vaguely recall you had a wolf in your pack by the name of... Riva? Nightingale. My friend here isn't sure if she might be family, and wants to look into it. Do you know where Riva went, after leading Ashen?" He could scarcity recall the woman, and he regretted that now. She had been a passing presence in the world of a puppy. Today, that meant he could offer little help to his friend past pointing her in the right direction.

Had Deathbelle paid attention to where the woman had gone? If he could have just one clue, a starting point he could help his new friend. He just had to hope recalling Deathbelles Empress days didnt upset his Auntie.