Coza’s sunset and green flecked eyes did not leave the pale eyed boy. He was most curious about him and how messy he was. He was worried about his health and that made him worry about the well being of all the puppies of Iromar if all looked so ragged as this boy and the male of Iromar. He wondered, but the warriors of Iromar that had fought during the war had all seemingly been very healthy wolves. Most were of black color though and he wondered if that was a difference. Demons apparently had their own codes and beliefs, something Coza would like to learn about. If not simply to know how to treat them if some were to come to his lands. This boy did not seem to be a demon born though, but certainly of Iromar.

Coza didn’t want to think of this very much. It was not his pack or his business, but this boy here now was his business. He stared at Coza seemingly looking just as lost, confused and curious as Coszcotl was. Mirroring his movements, Coza wondered if the boy even understood him. He was quite baffled by the boy but it seemed he was just maybe a little frightened.

The boy leaned forward and Coza did his best not to move to much as the child explored him. Giving him a sniff, his body stiff and nervous. The last thing Coza would do ever was hurt a child, anyone who dare harm them he would kill. A child was a child and in his homelands they were to be cherished and treasured no matter their skills. Some were held higher for sure, but none were mistreated as Coza wondered if this boy was.

He stated his name, Wraith and seemed lost for a moment after he had said his name. He was contemplating on the Chief’s second inquiry. It was a strange answer when it finally came, he just didn’t want to be useless? A smile, soft and understanding came to Coza’s maw he lowered his head so that he could be eye to eye with the strange gazed boy.

”You cannot be useless, I have much you can do to help make Taviora Tribe great. I can help you and by me helping you, you will be helping me. I many you can help do. I am needing those with skills in scout, hunt and heal. If you is not knowing how I get one who can teach. So you can do whatever is is that you ever wanted. It will all be of help to Taviora.” The male said in his strange broken English. He hoped Wraith understood. Here in Taviora, they needed everything, and Wraith if he wanted to help certainly would be very useful to the lands.

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


COSZCOTL
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