Coza was surprised to see that no one else had come. If Paldor’s eyes had any color or pupil Coszcotl would have realized in a heartbeat that this wasn’t right. Honestly though because there was just one though Coza did feel this was more peaceful. He could smell the other hiding not far away, but the similarity in scent suggested they were mates and the Aztec male understood the willingness of her to follow seeing as he used to be of Diveen. Surely they knew that was where he had come from, but the cream and brown male was not worried about himself. Out of the corner of his eye he kept a careful watch on Solaris. He did not expect the boy to do or say anything that perhaps he wanted too. Coza knew he had a good head between his shoulders, but he was no longer in Diveen. If Iromar promised peace between them, he would take it.

He listened respectfully to Paldor as he introduced himself as a rank, presumably higher, in Iromar. Though the way he worded the deal seemed a little strange. Tentative as a strange word, he didn’t think it was something too strong. Why not say good, or just say a deal? Coza did not understand but he would not wrap his head around it too long.

”It is fine that we make a deal. Please, tell me.” The male said his tail giving a few flicks. He had to keep in mind of the past, though it still worried him that maybe they knew of his and held vendetta’s themselves. He had to try. He wanted to be peaceful to all packs. A haven for everyone no matter their past. The easiest way was to make sure he held good terms with each one. He was happy Iromar came to him, this meant, hopefully, that they felt the same.

His proposal was hard to understand. He used many large words but Coza thought he understood. ”Yes, we will not fight or steal from Iromar tribe if you do not to us. I has told wolves already we do not steal from brothers and sisters, no matter Ally or not. I tell you now we will not be taking what those who are not ours or be fighting. Taviora is pack of peace and haven for all. I hoping we may have you as guest again and I show you more.” He dipped his head to Padlor, wondering if that was all he wanted. He offered a small kind smile to the ragged white male. He hoped they held true to their words, if they had honor they would.

He would hold to their truce, but if they stole from him he would steal what was his back. If they fought with his tribe well… He would figure it out then. He would not fight back, but probably talk to Ishtar and fighters involved. He wished peace even with Iromar, even though they hurt so many he cared about. Hush, Fathom even his Moth had had someone taken from her but it was before he had met her. Giving his tail a wave he waited to see if the male had any final words or requests before departing.

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


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