Coza continued to observe the silvery-white fem. She seemed nervous still, but as she repeated his name he smiled. She seemed to be relaxing and the large cream and brown male dared to move closer to her. Not by much, but it seemed she felt the same. They were what he thought was respectable speaking distance from one another. He sat down relaxing and letting his almost full brown banner wrap around his brown toed paws. His tail waved lightly in front of him letting her choose if she would like to sit and relax with him as well. She was honest at least and she didn’t seem unkind by any means, just nervous. He certainly could sympathize with that. He was very nervous when he had first arrived at Moladion too.

She said a lot on her reason to have come to Moladion. To make a new future. Again he felt right along with her. He had left his lands because he didn’t want the future they were making, was tired of the constant bloodshed. But it was something he wanted to forget, he hadn’t really told anyone but Fathom about it and even to her he spared many of the details. She wouldn’t understand and he didn’t want her to be scared or disappointed in him. He didn’t reply verbally but did give an understanding nod and small smile. He wouldn’t ask any more about her past mostly because he didn’t want her asking him back.

”I came from land called we call Nahuatl, but others call Aztec. Now though I live here and call pack called Taviora my home.” He said with a smile he was very proud of his home now, how humble the beginnings of his pack was and now was growing to be something to be wanted by others. He worried about that, which others did not wish to make it large on their own but let him work hard and then try to take it. Well they would have fight him and all his will to take it.

”I is not sure what you is meaning? What do to here… Well there are many packs and wolves to visit and meet, very beautiful places to see. But I am thinking that there is little else but travel and see others. Though for me this enough to make me happy, I has good home and good friends and soul.” He says with a wave of his tail. Imprints were such a strange thing when he had come, but Coza could not think of his life, and did not want to, without his Moth. She had a very had time explaining what they were to him when it had first happened, he did not speak well at all when it had first happened. Thankfully he was better now.

”If you is wanting a place to stay you are more than welcome to stay in Taviora for a time.” He offered with another light wave of his tail. Of course she could leave whenever she wanted but he liked having more friends, and she needed and wanted a home. She would of course be very welcome to live in his lands.

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


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