Tea too hot to spill

Crux tilted his head from side to side, wincing both from pain and discomfort. His throat was much less raw than it had been a few days ago when it had all gone down... But the ointments that had to be applied, with help since he couldn't really see the scar all that well, well it sucked. His neck felt stiff, like he was covered in layers and layers of goop rather than a medicinal ointment. It was to help with the blisters which were cooling down and for fighting infection, it helped with the pain only a minimal amount. Enough for him to manage. He was finally letting himself relax some, no longer taking every thing that needed to be done onto himself and he looked a little better, throat notwithstanding. That said he was technically working right now, he was just checking the state of the ground, winter was slowly releasing it's grip to let spring in but it wasn't that much warmer yet and he was keeping an eye on how quickly the frost was melting, the ground becoming soft enough for growth, or planting his own garden maybe. He wasn't sure. The dirt was still quite stiff, he was probably not gonna have any luck for a few weeks.

Crux sighed and settled himself on his haunches. It felt like somehow everything he did only made everything more confusing, more complicated. It had been the second time Triss had come to his rescue, and the second time his father had found her with him in a scenario where she'd run to his aid. Then of course there was his own feelings for her... which were just so tangled. Crux knew he did like her, but he also had feelings for Ajax... Or at least the idea of Ajax? It was hard to tell how much of that was based in reality and how much was based in fantasy, which only made trying to work out what exactly he was feeling for Triss were. Not helping matters was that they were both from packs that were not on good terms... Not that that was any different from his first crush, he didn't know the reason behind either... He did think the feud with the pirates or raiders or whatever everyone called them was overblown. Clearly it was closely held by his father, and some of the other older wolves but he'd never had anything but perfectly pleasant run ins with the younger pirates. He wasn't invested, couldn't be, not when he felt for Ajax... But he couldn't deny it made everything much more complicated. And then... There was his first kiss... Didn't he owe her feelings too? Maybe... But he mostly only felt guilt, like he had cheated on Triss and Ajax. He wasn't officially dating anyone so he could have possibly cheated but that didn't stop the guilt. Crux growled softly, frustrated he couldn't seem to detangle the web of teenage drama he'd gotten himself into somehow, at least not by himself.