Something about Sisterly bonds?

Sericea's ears perked up at Xina's question, but she didn't immediately respond. Instead, she carefully began to gather the vines, her movements purposeful and deliberate. She tugged gently at first, testing their strength, then used her teeth to sever them cleanly from the tree. As she worked, her tail flicked impatiently, betraying her excitement.

"Not sure yet," Sericea finally replied, her voice muffled by the vines in her mouth. She spat them out and began coiling them neatly. "Feel how sticky they are, yet smooth at the same time. They’re actually really cool." As she spoke, Sericea's paws worked quickly, weaving and knotting the vines together. Her movements were graceful but tinged with an almost frenetic energy, as if she couldn't contain her excitement. She paced in small circles as she worked, her steps purposeful and determined.

"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"