winding roads that lead to home

Crux had caught sounds coming from inside the caverns, coming from a place he'd yet to fully explore. It caught the young boy's curiosity and he trailed slowly through the caverns, catching the sounds of moving, of something scuffling around. His own movements were punctuated by the dull thud of his cuffed leg as he moved. It was maybe a small mercy that he'd yet to have to take his eldest brother's abuses directly, he knew his brother was rather... Aggressive about his dislike for Crux and his sisters, but Crux had yet to bear the brunt of it. He couldn't know how he'd respond, he certainly thought it was stupid but he also knew there were things he'd struggle to do compared to some of his siblings, and he just didn't see why his older brother blamed them so much for the fact that parts of the pack he was running was inaccessible to him or his sisters... Seemed like a failing on his part in Crux's mind.

As Crux moved through the old clearly unused caverns the sounds got closer and he rounded a corner to hear a voice and spot his sister squinting down a fork in the caves. Crux stopped, taking a moment to drink in what he was looking at. The sun from the crack in the roof reflected off of his sister's coat and despite himself, he couldn't help but partially wish he looked more like her, his pelt was dark and boring in his mind. He had failed to really register the fact his sister was whispering. "Whatchu doing?" he asked, stepping up behind her and peering down the forked paths trying to see if there was something worth seeing in the gloom.

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