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As Mother Absinth went on, she developed a sharper edge to her words, expressing a deeper level of importance. Zagan nearly leaned forward on the edge of his seat, his claws unsheathing to dig into the soft soil beneath his paws. A sign of anticipation and unwavering attention. She spoke of the importance of recognizing danger- a concept that seemed rudimentary- but as she continued on, Zagan could see the pieces of her teaching falling together. Not all threats were obvious- yes, their instincts would help them detect danger- but what if the source was a friend? A loved one? Someone they trusted? Blame it on his developing grandiosity, but Zagan believed he was smart enough to see through anyone’s ploys, especially someone close to him.

And Absinth must have read his smug expression, because her next words felt directed at him. A threat unacknowledged becomes a wound waiting to happen. His posture shifted slightly, the musculature beneath his pelt becoming tense. The dead could not learn.

"Zagan Saxe"