"Hello."
Rhaegar lifted his head and looked into the eyes of a charcoal-black wolf who stood where, moments before, there had been nothing until he'd murmured a name. Osiris.
"Hello. Thank you for coming to speak to me."
"It's nothing," the black wolf laughed. "Anything for a bit of excitement." He looked Rhaegar up and down, smirking.
"I'm here about Selkis."
"Oh? How is the charming golden girl?"
"She's... confused, I think. I've been sent to ask advice from you, on her behalf."
"Fire away, then." Osiris' chest seemed to rise, as if flattered and proud his intellect was being called upon.
"She wants to know your opinion on her... situation with the Demons. She says she was feeling comfortable, and like things were so easy, but things changed. I'm sorry - she didn't tell me much."
"I can imagine the situation she's in," drawled Osiris, "and it sounds like she's not listening to her head. Tell her this: she has a choice in her position. Her head, or her heart. Right now I think she's following the desires of the latter - which just might spell disaster for her pack, and her too."
"And what should she do then, in order to make the best choices?"
"She needs to be one step ahead of the Demons, always - even if you think you know them. And tell her to stand on her own paws a bit more; from what I sense and saw when we Ancients visited, she was relying too much on her Beta. A good Alpha is a leader in her own right. But tell her... tell her this doesn't mean she can't indulge every once in a while. Giving the Demons what they want on the surface will strengthen the alliance, as long as she doesn't let herself go in too deep." He smiled wickedly, as if remembering his golden days.
"I'll tell her. Thank you, Osiris."