Inside Out.

Sericea's excitement evaporated in an instant, replaced by a cold dread that settled in the pit of her stomach. Her ears flattened against her skull as she whirled around, green eyes wide with shock and fear. Zagan. He had followed them. Her mind raced, searching for an explanation, an excuse, anything to mitigate the trouble she knew was coming.

"I... I didn't know … I swear-" she stammered nearly inaudibly, her usual grace faltering as she took a step back, bumping into Iskandor. She turned to her grandfather, her posture a mix of submission and defiance. She cut herself off, realizing her mistake too late. In her panic, she made a quick attempt to recover. “Grandfather, I brought Iskandor to meet you. I told him you give the best lessons.” Sericea's eyes darted between Setekh and the spot where Zagan lurked, her tail twitching nervously. She forced a smile, trying to regain her composure. “That is my brother, Zagan.”

"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"