His posture was still held high, sunset and green flecked eyes slowly narrowing as the other male didn’t back down. For the first time since the war a white fang became exposed as he listened to the male speak. He was certainly big, but Coza had fought wolves his size and larger before. There were very few wolves who were very powerful as he was as well as fast and heavy. His build was like his own. This would be a fight of two tanks coming together and ramming until they couldn’t move anymore. Coza had much more to protect and provide though, while this new comer to Moladion surely just had his own selfish thoughts in mind. That drive to keep his imprint, friends and their pups in a peaceful home as well as the promises he kept Isola and the other members who came here. He promised them a stable peaceful home and that was a promise he intended to keep. He still couldn’t bring himself to kill this intruder, nothing he thought short of someone threatening the very lives of pups or his imprint would cause him to ever kill anyone.

”I do not like fighting, I has had enough of that for two wolf lives. You though is not taking my position without send me to Mictlan… You is not going to disrupt lives of my family that is my pack. If you is not willing to die for family you not win.” He speaks determined and his form straightening up and the brown fur of his hackles rising. He watched as he circled around, but Coza was no fool. He was not used to such simple one of one contact fights except with Spars. He was a war wolf, taught to fight multiple enemies and expect others to come and try to fight him back again. Still he pictured it being easier with having to focus only on one.

Though he circled Coza did not move, nor did he allow him go behind him. He pivoted slightly eyes locked on to Bones in a calm calculating fashion. His eyes were still narrowed, wondering how much he was willing to cause himself harm for this. His tail flicked lightly lowering and waiting. His form was in perfect form and motion, it was all thanks to Moth that he healed so well. Though it was a fair time ago that the war had happened and even without Moth’s expert healing he would have healed by now. His breathing was calm but only because he was used to fighting. Gentle as he was Bones had hit a spot on the male that two others on Moladion had been on the receiving end of. That female he had nearly torn to pieces while protecting Fathom during the war and then Tobias who soon found he wasn’t one to mess with when he tried attacking Hush.

Still Coza would see if the male would wise up and submit. If he didn’t and chose to attack, well he would forced to make him. Taviora was founded by him and were his lands to protect and he would fight for those who depended on him.

((It’s cool a little scuffle here is fine and probably going to take less time for both of us. We can carry it out a bit like an official fight with 2 attacks and the defenses per post and perhaps even go as far as say 1 full hit, 2 half dodges and 1 full dodge so it is like a real pack style battle if you would like ^^))

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


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