Crux wasn't sure if they were allowed near the fire pit yet... Certain rules had been retracted in the short weeks they'd been allowed out but it was honestly hard for him to keep it all straight as things continued to change. He would get it eventually but right now the last thing he really wanted to think about was if he was supposed to be here right now or not... Because Crux was curious about the pit. He could feel the heat coming off of it so he wasn't eager to get too close but watching the dancing flames was fascinating and he was laying as close as he'd dare get, head laying on his paws and eyes fixed on the fire before him.

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Having a litter of puppies roaming the lands had always managed to keep Zee on her toes, but now that land was an unforgiving mountain in the frigid north - not a great spot for a helicopter parent to raise anyone. Were her first nine children this exhausting, or was it because she was getting old? Gods, nevermind. She didn't even want to think about her age, nor what her age might have done to the kids born particularly... different. Two born nearly blind and a third with a limb that was as stiff and rigid as the crystal growths that embraced it. Zee could not help but feel at fault. Coming up on Crux she did not aim for subtlety. The last thing she wanted was to spook the pup right into the flames. "Pretty, hmm?" Coming up alongside him and lowering herself to her own belly, Zee turned her head to rest her cheek on her paw and watched his fire-lit face. "What does it make you think of?" "Speech"

Crux heard movement behind him and a very familiar scent reached him, the boy looked over his shoulder his tail beating the air happily and his flashed his mother a smile. It was the smile of a child to their parent, eyes full of a love he wasn't even old enough to really understand but felt nontheless. His mother commented that it was pretty and he nodded enthusastically but it was her next question that made him pause. The boy shifted his weight so he was leaning into her frame, feeling the familiar comfort of being next to his mother.

"It's warm, like you!" He looked up at her at that comment, but the thought was quickly followed up. But it's bright like the sun..." He wasn't really sure if there was supposed to be a right answer. "The color's kinda like the sky when the sun starts to go down..."

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Art by Twonahalfer