He couldn’t help but just watch her. He wondered what she would say or do, what she thought about what he had said. Would she reject him simply to make sure he would pick someone else who would give him the things that she supposedly couldn’t. Coza knew he couldn’t though even if she wanted him too he just knew he wouldn’t be able to move past her. Imprinting was a powerful thing but he had imprinted on her for a reason. He never had a mate or children with anyone else in his life before Moladion he was too busy being a warrior to even look around and consider, though he had been approached by the parents of many females as was their culture to ask him to potentially be with one of their daughters. He was the gem eyes and a great warrior in his tribe it was obvious why many found him desirable. The likely hood of him living also seemed high which was normally an issue for most took a single mate in their lifetime taking another was frowned upon in most cases even if the male passed.

He wasn’t sure he agreed, there was much he didn’t agree with now that he was at Moladion and seen other ways of living. Coza had an open mind though still he was fiercely loyal still. That would never go away. It just wouldn’t be fair to either female involved and he knew that too well it would just end poorly for all three of them. His tail gave a slow flick not worried about the things she was. Not entirely. He had never thought of having children with Moth simply because he worried about that and her age. Having pups was risky business even for an experienced and nicely aged mother. For a female though that was her age, only worried him more. He had always wanted to be a father someday but it wasn’t something so important that he would risk Moth’s life for it. Again he had pups of the others and he was happy playing with them. He couldn’t miss something he never had anyway.

He wished she wouldn’t worry about her age and his, it seemed his words had reached her and she truly understood. Coza knew he had, poorly worded as it was she understood everything he had said and he was happy for that. He let her burry her face in his fur, hiding what tears she had and rubbing against his chest and pressed into her back giving her the moment she needed. He knew it was strange, but who was he to fight how good she was for him and him for her? Their age didn’t matter when it came to everything that was important.

”I know I cannot be either. I am happy you understand and know now.” She pulls away leaving an heated spot in his chest to suddenly cool with her missing touch. The next words somehow do not surprise him though he had hoped she would say he still felt a little guilty for it. ”Moth if that is what you is wanting I would be the most happy wolf on all Moladion if you did. I do not like being away and I do not want to be away from you any longer.”

Though he worried about her being away from her home and friends he knew that she had made her decision to be here just he made the decision to not have another. He would ask about it another time he guessed, for now he knew both of them would be happy and together.

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


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