"Subtle things, but they're starting to add up. Wanting to put off the run, the way you answered some questions back at the booth. Asking us instead of Waya if you could pet her, almost like you thought she was an ordinary wolf."
"Hey, that petting is between us, thank you!"

"It's exactly true," Volka says. "I met a lycan from her plane before. Totally weird moon shenanigans there. All... moon incompatible with every other prime. And the jerky is mediocre at best..."

(Help action from Volka)

"Well, that's a shame," Lupe says. It's unclear if she's convinced. "But, fair enough. Here's a copy of our bylaws, be sure to study those. At various points during the week, the sisters will quiz you and give you challenges, and we'll hold a vote next week. So... care to join us for dinner?"

After a (non-raw) dinner (with minimal jerky) and some pleasant conversation, Lupe says, "Well, I suppose I need to assign you a rush sister. I suspect Volka..."
"Waya," Volka says.
"Volka. Will be glad to do it."

"Volka will be fine," Lupe says. "She'll be checking up on you this weekend. Make sure you study the bylaws."
Volka shrugs.