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"You weren't supposed to tell the child about the mark," Mordred hissed as he circled Lies.

Lies pivoted her tail so that she covered the cub as she moved, gently brushing him backwards as she stepped. Her hackles raised high, bristling like a thornbush in the summer. The cub stumbled as he tried to keep up, long feathers muffling his protests.

"Dee deserved to know, and everyone else was treating the boy like some fool," Lies huffed, her eyes locked on the cub's sire. "If you're going to mark him like that, you might as well treat him like an adult in these matters, his life's too short to waste on trivial beating around the bush."

"Dee?"

Lies winced. "He's calling himself Dead like it's a name now, and I'm not going to do that..."

Mordred just laughed. "You see? This is why you shouldn't have told him."

"And this whole situation is why you shouldn't have fucked your cousin, but we've both made our decisions, now haven't we?"

Lucky for both of them, the cub barely understood what was going on.