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Crux wasn't really sure what he was even doing. He was not really a tracker. Maybe he should have asked Vanta, she'd seemed much more interested in tracking than he was, but as Crux narrowed his eyes against the glare of the sun on the snow he reconsidered that idea. Here he was, trying to track something he'd seen flitting through the trees earlier, a heady scent he couldn't identify had wafted towards him and he had made a categorically dumb decision... Follow whatever that was all by himself. But of course, he was slow, especially in the deep slow which made lifting his cuffed leg much harder as it clumped to his fur and added extra weight to the limb. He also hadn't considered what would happen if it turned out the thing was a rogue wolf, or another type of predator. Crux was not a fighter. Maybe he was being a little reckless...

The young Fatalis tipped his head back, trying to catch the scent again. It was faint but still something he could follow at least. He tried to focus on the white feather pendant that bumped against his neck as he moved, it helped to keep him grounded. Crux desperately hoped he would see his fiery friend again, there was so much he wished to tell the boy... But maybe more than that he just wanted the comfort of the only friend he had his age, his siblings were still grieving, and he could not lean on them the way he desperately needed.

"Speech!"

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