It was night and the male was resting by the creek’s edge listening to it babble while his mind turned over the previous few days events. His pack was flourishing now, perhaps better than most should given his humble beginning and lack of a bloodline or name already carved into history. He recently welcomed Raki, Sen, Hush and their pups all into Taviora over the last few days. It seemed like ages before sleep finally took hold of him and he slipped into sleep. Pictures of Moth, Fathom and various other good friends ran in his dreams, but it wasn’t long lasted. The tell tale sound of bird songs caused his eyes to shoot open. His fur was damp though he was far from uncomfortable. The large cream and brown male stood and shook the droplets from his pelt before moving to the stream and taking a few laps of water.

His head lifted and his nose twitched, swinging around at the sudden realization that a strange scent was in his lands and within the borders. Coza leaped over the creek, back paws hitting the water before skirting up the opposite side of the bank. He started loping his way towards the source noticing how very faint the smell was. The moist air was making it a little more difficult to tell who it was, a wolf for sure and not one he knew. He was not angry for whoever it was to have crossed into his lands but he still wanted to be sure to find them.

It took some time of searching and redoing his barings. Whoever it was, was still cutting through his lands in a fairly linear pattern. He found the trail and started following it, tail waving about as he peered through the dense forest that was his home. Her black pelt blended in fairly well with the shade of the trees, but the movement was what made him finally spot the small form. He didn’t want to scare her, she was young and clearly quite in disarray. Picking up his speed slightly he drew up to her.

”Young one, where you going on own?” He asked his voice calm and kind, eyes filled with concern and worry for her. She was a mess and looked like she was half starved and hadn’t had a bath in some time either based on the light odor coming from her pelt.

”You hungy? I can hunt something and give to you.” He wanted to help her, and still wondered why she was here on her own. He just hoped that she wouldn’t run away.

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


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