Coszcotl looked at the young girl, his eyes filled with worry for her. He wished she would just let him help. He didn’t want to force his food or kindness on her, but it was against his very being to leave a pup in trouble as she was. She was older, sure, yearlings could usually hunt for themselves a little. This girl didn’t seem to be doing so great for herself though. Coza wasn’t about to let her keep going on her own though. He was at least going to get a good meal into her stomach before she set off again where ever she was going. Perhaps he worried to much about strangers, but Coza was a very kind hearted male who cared a lot about others, young ones in particular.

Her acidic tone made his ears and face fall. It was clear that he was a little wounded by how much she really didn’t want him around. Coza was feeling that perhaps he would have to just take her to where food was and see if he could find her parents. Her scent didn’t have much hint to it though; in fact she smelled as if she had just come to Moladion. A runaway then? It was strange to think of a child so young leaving her parents, but knew they could if they wanted. Perhaps it was her culture to be on her own. Still she was so young and so small. ”I is guessing that is true… though you is in my pack, so it is my business to know why it is you here.” He said his tail giving a few flicks. He was too kind perhaps, but children they just hit a spot with him.

He waited observing her facial features as he mentioned giving her a meal. The look on her face was clear that she didn’t believe him and he wanted to make sure that she did. The golden eyes looked so gaunt, but she replied quite firmly with a no.

The sound of her grumbling stomach split the silence and Coza raised a brow at her. ”One should not be lying or denying help if one is offing to give so willingly.” He started speaking but clearly she wasn’t having anything of it. She started walking by and Coza’s face contorted in one of mild amusement. Right well he guessed it would be the hard way. The male was large, so it was with ease that he gripped the pup by the scruff and lifted her from the ground. Flail as she wanted the brute was not going to let her go.

”You not have to stay, just have meal then go if you is wanting.” He spoke through her scruff as he carried her over his lands to the place to where he slept and ate. He still had something left. It wasn’t fresh but he didn’t expect her to want to stick around while he hunted the plentiful game. She would likely vanish. She was so light for her size, which worried him. A pup her size should have least had been somewhat heavy for him. She was not large by any means, but young ones were to be plump and full and she certainly was not.

It wasn’t far away, his yesterday’s kill of young boar. He had ate much of it and shared it with his pack but he knew some hunted on their own. He spotted the ripped up carcass and placed the young girl gently on the ground next to it. ”I is sorry it is not, new kill. But you is being most difficult, I is thinking if I went to get something new you would be running. It is not old, yesterday night hunt. Please you is helping yourself, then I will not be bothering you anymore young one. You is having my word.” He said almost pleading with her to eat the food before she departed. He wished she would stay but he was sure there would be more difficulties from her before the morning’s end.

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


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