Pocket full of posies

Crux had a plan. The news of the feast that would be held in the Steppe had reached them in the Armada and Crux had asked if he could come up with something to decorate the feast with and having been given the go-ahead he had gone about gathering up some of the flowers he'd gotten from his trip to Auster, the prettiest ones he could find and was leaving the tunnel that led to the family den and his mind was already churning about what he was going to make, his thoughts interrupted by the scent of his brother. Stratum was nearby and the boy couldn't help the way his tail started to wag, maybe he could get his brother's help?

He picked up his brother's scent trail and quickly went after him. "Statum!" He said when his brother came into view, his words muffled by the bundle of flowers he carried. "Statum wunna hep meh bwaid tese fwowers?"

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