Not that Triss would ever hang out close enough to the Armada to hear the information call from the Warlord. Not that she would ever pry into Crux’s life. But say she did manage to catch some information - what would she do with it? She spent the rest of the day, after hearing the call, putting something together. She used seashells to make a silver bracelet that was similar in color to the ones she wore every day. The only difference was, on these bands, there were rivers of dyed blue and gold that wove around the circuit in twisting, intertwining lines.

It felt like a good idea at the time, but the longer she held it, the cheesier it felt. It wasn’t even that great. Just put together with resources she could find on short notices. Chances were, Crux wouldn’t like it. It was silly. But, by now, the day was wasted. If she was going to give him something it had to be this.

She found her nerve, and crept as close to the border as she dared. “Crux” She hissed, “Crux!” her voice was barely a croak, and she couldn’t even howl. This had been a truly, spectacularly, stupid idea. Dejected, she rocked back on her haunches, letting her present fall to the ground. She didn’t even notice the vulture that lifted off from the trees and went to fetch Crux. If she had, she might have recognised it as the Warlords bird.


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There was only so many pony rides he could give his nieces and nephews before his hips started to ache and admittedly that number was lower on sand. He'd tapped out and volunteered Riya to take over for a while. Which she was thrilled about. Crux watched the gathering, taking a moment to observe everyone that had shown up and despite himself couldn't help wishing Triss was here. Not just for himself, no. He knew she'd made friends with one of his nephews as well. The rustling of feather's drew his attention and Crux looked up to see Marshal approaching.

-Insert travel montage here-

His hips, specifically his leg joint (you know which one) was so sore. But Crux wasn't going to complain, he admittedly had probably pushed himself a little too hard, eager to see Cryptis. "Triss!" Crux lit up when he spotted her, joy exuding from his whole being. He rushed to close the distance between them, though he did not throw himself at her he allowed himself to come to rest much closer to her than he would most others. Crux tried to say "Why did you call for me?" and "What are you doing here?" but instead he said: "Why did doing here?" And in response his face immediately grew hot. "Good to see you."  Smooth.

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Crux has a 6 inch long burn scar on his throat, most of his art does not reflect this.

She sat at the border for a little while. She’d already planned to leave the bracelet behind. There was no way for Crux to know it was for him, so it would likely get lost. Or, perhaps one of the kids she knew lived in the Armada would find it. Oh well. Just as she was getting up to start the journey home, Crux appeared. Her expression lit up with surprise - and joy - at his arrival. He rushed towards her, but she could see how uneven his gait was. Was his leg flaring up? She wished she was as intuitive and able to help him as he did so reflexively with her asthma.

She did blink in surprise as the jangled mess that came out of his muzzle, but she got the gist of it. She giggled at his blush. “I heard it was your birthday.” She said. “I..” She glanced at the bracelet where she had left it on the forest floor. Did she want to own up to it? Would he like it? “I wanted to see you.”


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If Crux could have known what thoughts Cryptis was having he'd have rushed to reassure her. She was plenty intuitive she'd literally saved his life once already, he'd only helped her though her attacks. But he didn't know, so he didn't say. He grinned as she giggled, how easy it was to feel like all his tension had melted away when he was with her... Well aside from all the worry she caused him herself. Crux also glanced down when she did but Cryptis was quick to keep the conversation moving and though Crux was curious he wouldn't push it... Yet.

"Thank you." Is that how you respond to someone wishing you a happy birthday? He took a little step closer, nearly touching now. "I love my family to death but I'll admit whenever I had a moment to breathe I couldn't stop wishing you were there." A longer way of saying he'd wanted to see her too.

Now! Crux turned his attention towards the bracelet on the ground and he lowered himself down to look at it better. "Did you make this?" He tilted his head back so he was looking up at the tiny girl. Crux knew less than nothing about making anything but medicines and medical supplies, the thought that Triss had spent any time making the jewelry was impressive at least to him. He also didn't fail to notice it bore more than a passing resemblance to the ones she wore.

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Crux has a 6 inch long burn scar on his throat, most of his art does not reflect this.

Why was she feeling so terribly awkward around Crux lately? She felt like she couldn’t quite get her thoughts in order. Perhaps it was because of Medusa’s warning. She was here against her Godmother's wishes. She wasn’t sure what trouble that would lead to, but walking away from Crux felt utterly impossible.

“I would have come if I could. She promised him. “Medusa…” She hesitated, uncertain if she should tell him of the ban her Alpha had put on his pack. On its members. Would he walk away from her, for her own sake? That did sound like a stupid, heroic thing he might do. She wouldn’t have it!

She blushed when he lowered himself to the ground and found the bracelet she had made. “It’s nothing, just… something I decided to stick together today. It’s for you… if you want it.”


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Triss promised she'd have come if she could and Crux shook his head. "I understand." Sure he didn't know about the ban that Medusa had placed on her wolves with meeting with Armada ones but he could pretty clearly picture her not being too thrilled to find out one of her members hadn't just been meeting with an enemy pack wolf but going onto their lands... Even if it had just been the once. Hell he didn't even blame her, without him having vouched for her Crux was pretty sure his father wouldn't have been as "friendly" as he had been to her, even then he didn't seem exactly "happy" about it. Ultimately he was concerned with making it clear he wasn't upset with her in any way, there were reasons the both of them wouldn't be able to be there even when they wanted to be. That thought was a dizzying one, the idea that she had wanted to be there and the continued confirmation that he wanted to be with her for events in her life. He wasn't thinking massively far ahead, not yet, just things like celebrations or moments when she should be proud of herself.

"Just stuck together huh?" Crux cast her an incredulous look from his position on the ground. Was she underselling herself? Not on his watch! "Why wouldn't I?" He began slowly working free one of the the leather cuffs from his forelegs. His left wrist feeling almost wrong without it, he gently touched his right cuff, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. A grounding trick he'd been using since he was young. It had started with the necklace, grown to include the cuff and now... Opening his eyes again Crux started slipping his paw through the band. It didn't have the same weight to it as he was used to but he'd grow used to it in time. Then he repeated the whole ritual, a paw to just below his throat since he couldn't reach the pendant from this position, then to the cuff, then to the band. Ajax, Mom, Triss. Each in turn, each taking up a part of him that was different but no less important to him.

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Updated 04/30/23: Still on indefinite scarcity, please do not remind me of threads I am behind on right now.

Crux has a 6 inch long burn scar on his throat, most of his art does not reflect this.