Coszcotl was not sure about this dark pelted male before him. Something was very strange about him, but he could not tell what. The male was not too old, but he wasn’t exactly lacking experience when it came to meeting others either. The cream and brown male did not wish to jump to conclusions, but he put off a feeling much like the wolf Tobias. Still he would be nice. He was on his lands and he was not threatening his members or challenging him. Coza was not so stupid as to judge him based on feelings though. They could be wrong, though he had to admit he was fairly decent at judging character.

This was one of the brute’s that had been wishing for the lands. If Coza remembered correctly he had not gained many followers and perhaps his personality was one of the reasons. He liked miss Everchime and Sulan likewise seemed to be very nice and kind form of leaders. He wasn’t sure what type of leader Devlin was going to be, but perhaps there was a good reason why.

His tail still waved lightly despite the toothy hateful grin, he would not take to his postering with his own. It would only lead to confrontation. But it seemed perhaps that it was what the male was looking for as he ignored his inquiry and seemingly insulted him. He did not miss it, despite the haughty laugh; Coza’s face fell into a more neutral look, smile flickering off his maw for the moment. So he was here to insult him, funny given that he did not take the pack if he was so great. Coza did not think he was the best, but clearly those who wished to follow had seen his potential.

”I feel I be more someday. I have hopes of wolves to come drive me forward. “ He said letting a twitch of a smile touch his maw. He was by no means full of himself. He knew his shortcomings with leader experience. It seemed perhaps Devlin was going to ask about that next, reclining back and studying him.

Coza did not sit, but still stood relaxed with his fire opal gaze set nonchalantly on the dark male before him. He would not lie to him either, ”No, but ones following me feel I can do this. I will let their belief fuel me and instinct and experience of old leadership guide me. Learn from others.” He paused for a moment knowing that this would likely fuel the other male’s fire. He waited then, curious to how this male would respond this time. He was here to needle and prod but nothing more. Coza would not be raised without a threat to his members present and this male was no threat to them currently.

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


COSZCOTL
==--7 Years—Keeps Moth's Soul—Guards his Own Heart—>