Aela has very few friends.
There are those that she considers confidants: Obscene and Reave certainly fall into that category. Their small court in the Pampas is filling up with the aspiring and ambitious, and knowing that the two often make a lethal combination, she considers very few of their courtiers more than experimentations in Magic.
But she finds that she rather enjoys Mazikeen.
If she were the type of mare to have friends, the fire-horned mare would have gladly been one. But there is a deep mistrust where it concerns her kin and the Alpha's relationship with her Cursed brother extends that suspicion to her as well.
"As you should," the Seneschal tells the Hyalinean Queen. Her grin turns wry. "Very few enjoy them."
She spends the rest of her time trying to describe Nashua as best that she knows him; a hypocrite who proclaims family and then cast innocent souls such as herself and Gale out. He divided his time between the Isle and Taiga and the striped pegasus was constantly in-between places. And then at the very last, she reveals the Freyr's more tender weaknesses: "Mention his losses. I hear that he's been... struggling with his grief."
The rest should easy enough for a skinwalker like Mazikeen, she assumes and then smiles, envisioning all the ways that the pale mare might tear her brother apart.
They doused your soul in water,
but the flames raged higher.
And they called you devil's daughter,
such a pretty liar.
@Mazikeen