He didn’t like being gone for long, but so many tributes and gifts to be given to the new mothers of Diveen! Did the members not understand that in order for the pups to be big and strong they must provide the proper tribute? Did they simply do it on their own? At the very least he wanted provide for his new Lady Chief and her new puppies, he had not met her but wanted too, it wasn’t proper, the male Heyel had said she was his child, and was with them weeks ago when he had decided to leave the gypsies and be with his Xochiquetzal. Still he was feeling pretty good about moving into the free lands today. He would hunt for the Queen and his Moth, they both surely would appreciate any free meals, and Coza did enjoy hunting.

He had been successful in taking one hare already, but he hadn’t been able to track down the appropriate prey for another yet. Two, word got around fast about the leader of Diveen and she had a boy and girl. He dropped his prey close to a tree when he felt he was nearing his next target. He was not so good at getting hare, but patience certainly made his life much easier. He stood stock still, crouched and waiting. Thick form waiting and his fire opal eyes waching the brown form move closer and closer. He struck down on it giving one strong gasp of his spine and jerking his head once and hearing a loud crack. No blood, just the way he liked it. Clean, perfect for giving to a Queen.

He was pleased, he dropped the hares on top of one another before grasping both in his large jaws. To the tribe, then time for him to get something for Moth. Small deer? Goat? Something for them to share. The cream brute started trotting back towards his new home when he caught the scent of something familiar. He paused mid-step and his neck where his scars were tingled slightly. What was that smell? He was frozen, thinking, and then it occurred to him. Hush. He hadn’t thought about the fem since he had seen Moth. She was there that day though, that day when Moth became his world, and he was hers. That was how he understood this weird feeling at least. He still wasn’t exactly positive, but they were mates of some kind, tangled together by something she called fate. He wasn’t sure what fate was in his language, he didn’t understand that definition. Well still, that was Hush and blood also lingered around her scent.

His eyes grew wide, and he turned running towards it as fast as his thick body would allow. Soon, the scent grew stronger and he could hear the cries of what surely were puppies. Puppies. He felt his body relax, and he moved a bit more cautiously towards her den. Females could be very different when with newborns, and if the father was there they could see him very much a threat. She deserved tribute too though! She was the first other who was kind to him here, and he wanted to be sure she was properly cared for in this most life changing of times. He dropped the hares at his paws, figuring he should at least try.

”Hush, is ok? Hush is here?” His soft, deep tones called down into the entrance, he was cautious, his ears back slightly. He wanted to help her, he could hear whimpering and the sound of a masculine voice in the den. He was ready to bolt, he would hurt no one in that den, he rather them tear him then him hurt new parents.

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



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