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"I'd rather not speak of my mother." Siarut loved his mother dearly, but she was weak, unable to follow anything but her heart. So focused on the love she shared with Sia's father she failed to see what was happening to her own pups. He looked away from the woman, focusing on the water as it bubbled past them. 

"She is not a woman worthy of mentioning." Siarut shrugged, "Even you are more worthy." He gave her a brow waggle with a smirk on his lips, trying to break the tension he was sure his statement would cause. 

"And what of your parents? Were they as open as you are?" He was genuinely curious, perhaps he could learn a thing of two about proper parenting.