The male was bloody, sore and covered, but surely not as bad as the grey male that he had fought. The sunset eyes blinked still showing the determined gaze and wondering if the male was truly done. He had lost Coza knew this but he wasn’t sure if he done fighting. Surely he was and Coza had sent his call out though and wasn’t sure how long it would be until either Sen, Moth or both would come to his call. He knew Moth had to have felt him fight and be wounded, knew she felt the fluxes of his feelings. She had never been in danger before not on his watch nor would that ever be the case. The Aztec male was sure though that if she was he would know in an instant if she was though.

Of course it would be up to Bones if he wanted to accept his hospitality or not. Coza wouldn’t have him dying of infection though, he had too many deaths on his paws that were not by his own fangs but others but it was enough to bother him. He gave him a hard stare which was only interrupted when he heard the fast foot falls of the pale brute known as Sen. His gaze went to the shorter pale male and a smile touched his maw. He didn’t want him to worry but it was clear he did as he quickly looked over his wounds and assessed them with true skill and talent he didn’t even know he possessed until a short time ago. He was proving it now the supply kit he held had herbs he recognized from healers and his Moth’s own supplies when he was in Diveen.

The concern in his gaze and tone of words were appreciated but Coszcotl wasn’t about to fuel his friends worry. Instead he smiled warmly and his tail gave a few waves as Sen spoke replying calmly, ”It is not important, it is over now and I am fine.” He replied wanting to ask Sen to instead turn his talents to wounds of Bones but he could tell the male was much more concerned with him than the male who had done caused his wounds. He appreciated it and allowed the male a moment to assess him as he wanted knowing that it likely brought him a little more peace. Hush surely wouldn’t be happy if he left him hurt as he was.

He knew the wounds would scar and he did hope later he could get something put on them to help the matter. Sen or Moth he was sure would see to that. Moth after all was one of the most skilled healers in all of Moladion and he was blessing enough to have her as his imprint. She was coming too, he could feel her worry and her driving towards him quickly. He knew she would be upset and worried but having her close just made him light up.

”I will clean them, but Sen can you be looking at him? I will be okay I feel Moth is coming. He is much hurt more than I be.” He looked to Bones wondering if he would indeed allow Sen the chance to take care of him. He waited to see what both males would do carefully watching the grey male who had fought him. If he showed a single sign of hurting his friend he would regret more than anything else he had done this day.

It was then he turned his tail waving and head rasing up. Moth looked very angry he saw the cold look and heard the snarl escape his imprints maw a sound he had never expected from his kind soul. It wasn’t like he blamed her. If anyone even harmed a single fur on her body he was certain he would shoot more than a snarl in their direction. He moved slightly as to block her view of Bones for the time being allowing her to caress his check and the tender wounds after.

His tail gave a few waves as she worked, he felt terribly for making her so upset but he couldn’t help but be happy she was even there. ”Thank you, My Moth.” he says quietly and a little sadly that again she had to see him hurt. He still is carefully keeping his senses aware and they were still on high alert from the fight but now that Moth was there he felt it even more so. It was up to Bones now what he wanted to gain out of this, Coza was willing to offer healing but he wondered if the brute would take. He didn’t even get his name yet. Well he would see what would happen for now he just wanted some of this pain to go away.

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


COSZCOTL
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