He continued watching her, as she cleaned his wounds. They certainly felt much better now that they had been cleaned. She gazed at him, and he understood how greatful she had been, perhaps a little unsure to why he had thanked her. His wounds would heal, and hopefully not become infected. He would have to take great care in remaining clean the next several weeks if he could not find a shaman to take proper care of them. Still it was far from his mind, the searing pain was now a dull throb, much more manageable to deal with and certainly easier to put aside. He was comfortable though, and he sat quietly for a moment as she repeated his name.

"Coza." He offered her realizing like how some wolves he found their names hard to pronounce that they found his equally difficult. He was called Coza at home too, but knew it was probably a lot easier to say, honestly she was nice, he preferred to make her life easier and extend a perhaps, timid paw of friendship towards her. How could he not? He had just helped her and wasn’t about to just up and leave now. He worried the brute would return to her if he left and the thought scared him slightly. After that though he didn’t understand what she said, only catching the first, third and last word and knowing what they meant. I you life. He wasn’t sure, but she had rose to leave his side and he stood up quickly after her, but she took off. He watched her not sure what she was doing but slowly settling himself back to his haunches as it dawned on him what she was trying to do.

Hunting? The predominantly cream colored brute tilted his head curiously, not letting his fire opal eyes leave her. Sniffing the air to make sure the demon had left, he could tell that maybe he had moved on to other targets. The way he vanished was still burned into his mind however, wondering if he, Coza was indeed cursed. She returned though as he was deep in thought about the possibility, knowing if that was the case he was best to put himself as far away from her as he could. Hush offered the large male a frog, something that was abundant in his homelands but something he had only ate in his puppy times. He wanted to explain that the first thing he had killed on his own was a frog, but he didn’t know the word for it. ”What is named in tongue you speak? We call cueyatl in my home.” He took her offer to eat, sadly he was a very large wolf, and would leave none for her. Gifts where never denied, it was rude to say no in his culture, everything was accepted and always graciously as well. Coza thankfully did not have to fake his gratitude, the little snack, as it was very much the small snack for him. Many a polliwog would be about this time of year in his home, being warmer they had longer hot seasons, though he didn’t think they were about yet this year in this land. Frog’s were common gifts for young pups learning to hunt, usually still alive, it was how Coza had killed his first one. His real first hunt had been a tree squirrel. Still he wished he could tell her the story.

Soon he had ate it nearly all the way down to nothing but bones and certain organs he did not find to taste. ”Good, thank you, Hush. He said once he was done. She had put some distance between them clearly bedding down for the night. He stood burying the remains of her gift before laying down so he could watch her. His neck still hurt, and he was still too alert to sleep. However he closed his eyes and listened as night fell, at some point very late in the night he heard Hush stand and leave and he felt truly sad to lose her companionship.

Once he was sure she was gone from earshot the brute muttered a soft prayer. "May the great god Quetzalcoatl protect you, Hush. Be safe." He fell asleep a short while later, day would come and he too would move on.

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



Coza
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