Ten seconds from a tantrum

Crux knew that he was being watched, they were always being watched. His parents were either always hovering around or their companions were, and Crux knew he and his partially sighted sisters got even more scrutiny than the rest of their siblings, and some part of the boy rankled at that, but he was doing his best to ignore the large shadow his father's vulture cast over the ground as it circled. Deep inside some instinctual part of Crux feared the bird, knew that he would not necessarily be safe with a large raptor flying overhead while he was so small, but the raptor in question was trusted and mostly just keeping an eye out for danger that would actually threaten the young pups wandering around the col. The feeling of unease didn't leave him though and only added to his emotional state, which wasn't amazing today to be honest.

Crux was feeling stiffer than normal today, his movements still clumsy with a very typical for a puppy, lack of fine motor control, made worse by the fact that he just couldn't seem to move his limbs the way he wanted them to. So maybe he was a little grumpy. Crux had decided that at the very least he should learn the layout of the Col, or at least the places he was allowed to go, much as he wanted to scale the cliffside or enter the caves they'd been told not to he wasn't going to push his luck with that... Yet. So for now the young boy was walking the perimeter of the grassy space. Poking his head into the caves he'd pass and taking a moment to draw in the scents of the pack and try to figure out what each space was used for before he'd move on, a scowl on his face, only dropping when he was trying to hide a wince as his limbs protested their usage. Must have just slept on them wrong last night.

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