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Medb shifted into teacher mode, and she the apprentice. She nodded along fervently, her eyes beginning to scan the slope for any signs of said prey. Tracks, smells. . .

Tell me about your mother, Lilitu whispered, without thinking of it. 

Mother was who she'd brought up, specifically. A brother, too, but Lilitu's mind was specifically trained on Ibis. She believed herself in the mold of her own dam; if she knew Medb, she would know her lineage as well.

All the while, she searched for game—