Coszcotl was feeling his pack was starting to pick up pace a little over time. He had an alliance with Diveen and several members ready to join his cause. Now all he had left to do was to go to Glorall, Iromar and Spirane and see what he could make there. Spirane at the very least he wanted a full Alliance, they shared a border as well as having alliance with Diveen. Glorall and Iromar he wanted just peace with. Neutrality, perhaps an exchange in some information or reasources. Though he did not like the idea of Iromar for fighting with him before, he did not hold grudges against him. Taviora was a new pack, and he must not hold what they had done to Fathom and Diveen against them. That was a whole other ball park, their cultural fight of ‘angels’ and ‘demons’. He couldn’t judge that. After all Nahuatl was constantly in a state of arms fighting for the top spot so that members of their own clans wouldn’t have to be sacrificed.

Coza knows all of this, and that is why when the scent crosses his nose it is only curiosity that fills him. Surely they had known the new alpha was of Diveen? He expected them to remain far from him, but it didn’t matter. He would welcome them, just as he had with Isola, though perhaps not as completely friendly and informal. He was far from them, having just been securing the borders towards the opposite end of the pack. The Aztec male knew they were not the most patient of creatures, driven by what seemed like instinct and anger rather than calculating coolness. At least on the battlefield. He thought of Solaris, hoping that he would have left this to him for his own safety. What grudges they had against that boy’s family should not have any effect on his presence here. He was no longer prince of Diveen, but a hardworking boy of Taviora, and Coza hoped to someday be his Peacekeeper.

He just wanted to be there first. The smell of Iromar was all too familiar and grew stronger as his large paws carried his cream and brown form over the lands towards their location. He spotted the rather skinny wolf and approached in true Coza fashion that being posture quite neutral. The Chief of Taviora moved forward, his tail giving a few welcoming waves behind him, but not raised high as most alphas would do. His eyes flicked to the boy he had wished would’ve stayed behind. Coza had sworn to his mother that he would protect him, but he was fine and unharmed and looking at the situation again, it was good he was here.

If he was to be his Peacekeeper he needed to be here for this and Coza wasn’t going to hide him in the shadows either. Solaris was his first true member of Taviora and was always about and doing something. Though perhaps Coza wished he would have arrived first. It couldn’t be helped though.

He moved from behind the white boy placing himself close to his side and a bit forward. He looked into the eerie blank eyes of Padlor, unnerving as they were, and spoke as well. ”I am Coszcotl, leader of Taviora. If you would, please give answer to the young Solaris’ question, I would liking to know how I is being assistance to you this day.” He too was curious and he was much more formal than he was with Isola. He knew her though, she was his former Queen and he respected her greatly. He could see the battle wounds of the male and his poor condition and felt rather bad that perhaps he did not have as good of healer as Moth to tend to him. He looked as if he needed several good meals. If he would allow perhaps Coza wouldn’t oppose him coming to eat while they talked of whatever matters that had brought him here. Surely though he would not be alone, Iromar would have sent at least one other to be with him. Watching his forest borders he waited to see if more Iromar wolves would come out of the woodwork.

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


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