Coszcotl was wandering his borders. Taviora came right up upon the Encora woodland and he had not been out of his forest pack since his take over. The male figured it was time to ease out, and relax though he dare not stray too far. He was still trying to be relaxed with being a leader, but with Taviora being so few in numbers and no one really holding so much of Coza’s trust and being of age, it was only him that could greet any new members. It wasn’t just that though, twice now he has had packs come to his borders looking for peace with his lands, and he was more than happy to extend that paw. Once things settled he would be talking with Spirane and Glorall about likewise having peace. He wanted to be a sort of union, where all packs and wolves of all walks could come and be at ease. So far it seemed to be working out. His numbers were low, he had Amaterasu, Catalina, Solaris, and Starfall for sure to be staying with him. Soon he knew that his friends Hush and Sen would be crossing into his lands as well. They had word, they would come once their children were of a good age to travel.

He knew that some did not like his kindness. One wolf rang in his head most strongly at this. Devlin. He seemed to have come simply to see how badly he could mess things up by being so peaceful and not domineering as many alphas were, but Coszcotl wasn’t exactly the traditional Alpha. Even compared to Isola, who he thought as a very friendly and personable wolfess, he was perhaps still more approachable simply because he found those in his lands as family who he protected, not members beneath him. He was a leader in a way that the male was the provider for his mate and children, nothing more. So when he greeted he did not approached with his head and tail raised high ready for a fight or show, but that of a friend or family member.

Some may not like his approach, but it seemed a nice change for many wishing to find a place where they could rest and have protection. His past brought that out of him. As brutal as it was the main body of his Nahuatl home was very giving and everyone helped everyone. He did not see that often in Moladion, but nor did he see the horrendous amount of death and sacrifices made to a deity that he didn’t know even existed or needed so much blood. Even if said deity was there, what type of protector was he when they had to kill so many? Coza was used as a battering ram for the majority of his young life, he had been in Moladion for almost two years now and he had a lot of accomplishments.

The cream and brown colored male wasn’t aiming to find anyone this day, but fate seemed to think otherwise. He spotted the silver wolfess looking worn and tired and his fluffy brown tail gave one of his all too friendly waves. Something about how she looked reminded him of himself when he had first arrived. Coza too had been tired and worn, searching for water to drink and very unkempt. He wasn’t the most slightly thing, but still he had met Hush and protected her from the cannibal male Tobias. He hoped there wouldn’t be a repeat experience of that day tonight and at the very least this time he knew a little more English.

”Hello.” He said in his soft, deep baritone letting a little smile creep onto his maw while his fire opal eyes drifted over her. He waited then, hoping his appearance wouldn’t frighten her off. He was just a friendly male and seemingly ran into someone who was also restless tonight.

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


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