He waited nervously for her to emerge or whoever else was in there to send him off. Well she may even send him off. The large male shifted uneasily, waiting, he could hear the growl of Hush and her partner within the den, his dark ears pressed back against his head. Leaving his kills on the ground he backed away a few steps, unsure how her partner was. Surely Hush would not hurt him, at least he hoped she had not changed enough to forget that day where he had fended off the demon, he did not think she owed him in the slightest, only that he had helped her,and was a friend.

Thankfully it seemed he was right about her at least. He heard the friendly call, her voice tired but certainly happy sounding. He still did not near the entrance, Coszcotl was not prepared to risk hurting her mate should he decide that he wanted to keep him away. A strange male, coming to greet his partner, Coza was certain that he would be very upset should some male come to see his Moth. He would not hurt them though, not if they were friends of Moth, but he would still be on guard.

Soon though the familiar red-furred form of Hush appeared, she looked tired and certainly smelled of blood and birth, but she looked well considering she was able to stand to greet him. The cream brute allowed his tail to wag just a little when his sunset and green flecked eyes met her lavender, but it stopped instantly when he saw the male. He was far from jealous that she had found a male to care for her, he had his Moth, he was interested in no other but his dear Xochiquetzal. He let Hush speak, introducing the male, Sen, to him and the brute gave a small polite smile and dip of his head.

"I friend of Hush, so I friend of Sen too. Good to meet Sen." He was happy that the brute did not seem hostile, he would let Hush go to make his life easier if he had too, but he did not want to lose one of the few friends he had . Well one of the only friend’s he had really. The scar on his neck was only slightly visible. Moth had offered to help make it go away with more treatments, but he had chosen to keep it. The day he was attacked, it was for a reason, he was marked, it was for abandoning his old tribe, since then he had nothing, but good luck here. His mark was repentance for something bad done and he accepted that.

”Hush has the little ones, I smell, I have tribute to Hush and pups. Sen strong father, good pups, know this I do.” Of course what he didn’t know was they were not Sen’s at all, nor did they come from a single father. The idea of two fathers nor pups that belonged to someone else did not occur to Coza at all. He waved his tail, very happy to see that Hush had a happy family and was doing very well considering both of their rocky starts here at Moladion.


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



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