Coza’s eyes did not leave the silvery fem as she jumped and turned white fangs on him. His ears fell back quickly and he even took a single step back to show that he wasn’t going to approach unless invited. He would leave her alone, but it seemed as though he startled her and nothing more. She certainly wasn’t a threat to him. She was a taller female, but there was not much too her, not that he would ever hurt her, but he knew those that were scared were more likely to attack and he didn’t want to hurt her in response. The silvery fem studied him and all he offered was a single tail wave but Coza did not move closer to her. She was still guarded and she did not come any closer, but at the very least she dropped the first barrier between them by giving greeting as well as her name.

”Cozcotl. Coza. That is my name.” His exotic Nahuatl accent was clear in his words, if his name wasn’t enough to signify that all on its own. He was happy she was settling down a little bit, at the very least she no longer seemed like she was going to attack him. He wondered about her past, her smell was not like those of most Moladion wolves. It was new smell suggesting she was from another territory. He remembered he did not get the friendliest of greetings when he had first arrived in Moladion, but things were very different now that he had lived her for several years.

He wasn’t sure if he should speak, he wondered if he should have stayed at all. Long moments of silence passed and Coza let his nose work, sniffing the air and watching still as her gaze drift to the moon. His did also, but only for a moment as he let his gaze set back down onto her. The large male didn’t want to just leave her here.

”Land is called Moladion, this area named Encora Woodland. You are new to Moladion. What brings to here?” He spoke in his broken English to the female, though it was leaps and bounds better than what it had been when he had first arrived here. He felt bad for his friend Hush whom he barely understood when they had first met, but now they were good friends and she was coming to live with him in his pack. That day hadn’t been all good though, they had been attacked by another wolf well known as a cannibal about Moladion and Coza worried about the slender fem being on her own because of that incident.

((it’s not a problem! I love playing with everyone! I just hope you don’t mind me tackling her with Coza xDD))

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


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