Fear of change

They had moved in so quietly and Crux who considered his ability to watch and see things, his perception, one of his stronger skills had to admit he jumped a bit as he realized there were three canine shapes in the trees, their unsettling eyes on him. A feeling settled over him, he had been only a child the last time Boreas had been in the throes of something strange and while as far as Crux could tell these strange canines seemed unremarkable aside from their eyes he could still feel his skin prickling, the fur along his spine lifting instinctually. He'd not even been born yet when the crystals and mushrooms had taken over the continent, ones he'd since learned resembled those that cuffed his leg, or seemed to make up his sister's eyes. He'd lost his mother last time, and now it felt like he was facing down whatever this phenomena was himself. Was this going to be his life? Marked by it and chased down by it forever?

Crux swallowed the lump in his throat, noticing the three figured almost seemed to be waiting for him... To do what? To approach? Crux swung steel blues between the three. Well... Might as well pick one right? Crux settled his gaze on his right, the irritated looking one. Somehow that felt more right to him, he set his jaw and moved his way over to that figure, his movements slow but determined. He didn't say anything, instead tilting his head back slightly as if in defiance, as if daring the canine to turn him away.

(Crux has chosen The Irascible Guide/Hard Route)

"Speech"