The cream and brown brute continued to watch her as she drank the water and continue to move about the stream. She was just having fun, relaxing, enjoying the warmth of spring and the fresh water and air that had come right along with it. The wind blew strongly the trees moving in a kind of lilt that was almost hypnotizing. The large brute turned his gaze up to look at them, listening as they had their little spring song aided by the song birds. The fire opal eyes shot back down though as foreign words touched his ears, some he recognized, others he did not, but he couldn’t put them together to really form what she was saying.

He poked his head out a little more, ears laying back in a more defensive pose, her tones clearly showed that she was friendly, maybe confused? She said something softly that he hadn’t caught at all, and it probably wasn’t supposed to be. He tilted his head slightly to the side confused taking a tentative step forward. She spoke so much, so fast! Again it was the tongue he knew very little of. What was he supposed to do in a land where he couldn’t even speak with them? He brushed the thought a side, he saw a smile cross her maw and that reassured the hulking male. Coszcotl returned one to her, though it was clear he was nervous. His fire opal eyes landed on her, the sunset with opalescent green flecked eyes setting on her, still holding that smile. He knew her last word, Hello. The greeting, he knew that word.

”Hello.” He responded, happy he at least knew she was greeting him, his exotic accent carrying over the air his tail giving a few friendly wags.

He was about to do the exchange of names when his trained eyes flicked up caught by movement over the wolfess’ shoulders. His face fell, and so didn’t his stomach, turning to a look of mild terror as he saw the brute barreling his was as quickly as possible towards the smaller wolfess. He opened up his maw and shouted eyes filled with fear but maw curled into a violent snarl. Coza was trained as a warrior, he liked it or not he knew how to respond to other violent creatures. He wasn’t the quickest brute, but he hurdled over the brush and leaped over Hush, landing just before Tobias.

"Ahmo!"

(“No stop!”)

The single word flew from his maw before he felt fangs sink into the thick fur at the side of his neck breaking his skin, and felt his weight pressing into him. He gritted his teeth, suppressing a yelp that wanted to escape and instead directed his pain into fighting back. He would use this close range to his advantage, as well as the extra weight and very meager height difference. The brute shoved his neck into the crazed wolf, hoping that the extra flesh would pry his jaws open, if he still held on, then as quickly as the water around his paws allowed, stepped back then lashed out towards the wolf’s face, his own imposing ivory fangs glinting. If he could he would try to chance him away, or incapacitate him by holding him under the water until he fainted. It wasn’t much water, and he was probably too big to hold down, but those where the thoughts that ran through Coszcotl’s mind. No more death, no more. He didn’t want to fight, why couldn’t he have peace. This crazed wolf, what was wrong with him? Was he sick? Or simply mad? Either way, innocents would not be hurt, not while the Nahuatl Jewel was around.

((If anything needs changed with the fighting let me know and it shall be changed! Still pretty knew to some of the in RP battle rules here =3))


"This me speak your tongue."
"This is me speaking my Nahuatl tongue"



Coza
~ Four Years ~ Free Heart ~ Free Soul ~ Wanderer ~