Ten seconds from a tantrum

"Bas." Crux said, nodding. That was much easier. He looked up at the other boy, he was... Well, he was massive. Crux was already used to having to crane his neck to look up at a lot of the older wolves and his own size made judging how much bigger others were hard but something about his nephew really struck him. But he didn't really have a chance to think to much on it as Bas spoke again. Crux glanced over his shoulder to the cave again, and when he turned his attention back he noticed the mischievous grin on his nephew's face and Crux smiled back.

"I guess I wouldn't be alone if you were there would I?" He said, coming to the same conclusion Basilisk had a little bit later than the older boy. Crux perked, nose twitching and he meandered towards one of the cave openings, scents he'd never really smelled before slowly reaching him from within. He couldn't know it yet but the scents would lead towards his own older sister's workshop. "This one seems... Nice." He commented, pretending to be very interested in the stone before them.

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