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"Do you know what that mark on your shoulder means?" The kadin sighed.

The cub looked up and stopped playing with her tail. He liked Lies. Despite her name, she always told him the truth, even if someone else might try to make up a story to make things nicer for him, or make it too simple because they thought he wouldn't understand. Tipping his head to the side and back, he looked at the blue pawprint on his shoulder. His sire had painted it on and scolded him when he touched it and smudged the ink, so he didn't touch it anymore after that. Looking back to Lies, he shook his head. She made a tsk sound, as if she was disappointed. His face fell.

"Not you, kid... I just... someone should have said something. I guess they didn't know how, like usual. It's what we put on our dead."

"I'm dead?" The cub gasped. Dead like food?

"Someone thinks you should be."