Sweet as the Grape

Sericea listened with rapt attention, her acidic green eyes wide as she absorbed every word her mother spoke. The land of Khroma sounded harsh and unforgiving, a far cry from the verdant valley they called home. A shiver ran through her red fur at the thought of such a bleak and dangerous place.

"But you did obviously escape." Sericea blurted out, unable to contain her curiosity any longer. She quickly clamped her muzzle shut, remembering Absinth's request not to interrupt. Her bushy tail twitched nervously behind her as she waited for a reaction.

The yearning to know more about her mysterious grandfather surged within Sericea, but she bit back the urge to ask directly, remembering her promise to keep Setekh a secret. Instead, she fidgeted with a tuft of grass between her paws, waiting to see if her mother would reveal anything further about their family history. She studied her mother's face intently, searching for any flicker of emotion that might betray more than her words let on. Sericea knew Absinth held many secrets close to her heart, but the young pup was determined to unravel them, one carefully worded question at a time.

"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"