The darkened sky was not concerning, the shade of the tree usually allowed less precipitation to fall on his form. It dampened his senses slightly though, the scent of rain heavy in the air though it was very pleasant when mixed in with the smell of pine that filled his territory. He was starting to smell thick of pine himself seeing that he slept in a bed of their soft needles, but his Moth liked the musk of his scent and it certainly helped with blending in while hunting. He thought his territory was the most beautiful. Perhaps he was biased seeing he had only been to three of the five pack lands and he owned Taviora, but it just seemed so perfect to many who gazed upon them.

He looks at the female, but unlike her he holds no recognition of her. Even as her charcoaled patch became visible he was not sure he knew who she was. He had heard whispers of Kiska while he was in Diveen. She was one of the Living Legends of the pack and the wolf Devil May Cry’s mate. It was said she was gone and he had no reason to believe otherwise. If he had seen her it must have been in brief passing or at a meeting when many faces had come into view. She was a massive female though a size he had never seen in any other female his entire life. A smirk played at her muzzle and he can see the fact that she knows him in his eyes. He wished he could remember her then and his mind struggled to recall a face a name anything, but Devil instead keeps appearing in his mind.

Not Natalya. He knows that to be the black wolf’s imprint, he did not like the pair much for it was Devil’s fault that the war had begun and that had put his Moth in danger. He would never forgive the wolf for attacking the wolf of Iromar in what he felt was cold blood and her child who was of his own Diveen pack. He started something unnecessary and one thing he found to be at fault was the fact that nothing had been done to punish him. He was Heyel’s friend but that shouldn’t have kept him from being dealt what he was owed. Though he did not like violence he didn’t like the idea that he got away unhurt and did nothing to pay for his mistake. He shook the thought from his mind knowing perhaps someday he would have to choose something along the same lines in his own pack.

The Aztec male smiled dipping his head slightly feeling a little humbled at her compliment to his lands. ”Thank you for kind words. They is true though, lots of good game and hopefully not to ever change with the members that come to join and be a part of this bounty.” He watches as she slides down the tree landing on the ground as gracefully as the jungle cats of his lands. She was an interesting fem, one that he hoped would soon be a friend and part of his home.

She repeats his name perfectly; it always came to a surprise as often they were so hard for others to say. Normally they would struggle and he would quickly offer the name Coza as he did with everyone. He was more often called that than any other name, even by Moth. It seemed only Starfall and now this fem were so easily able to say it on the first try.

”I am thinking so too.” He starts as she states what he had been starting to ponder though he could still not quite put his paw on it at the moment. She must have just been someone in passing. Coza was proud to say he was usually very good at recognizing those he had talked to or have actually met. To not know her meant perhaps they were in Diveen together? Though her scent certainly did not say that.

Coza gives the fem a smile though as she replied, happy to see she was wanting to help him as he was wanting to help her. She certainly was right when it came to speaking of her strength and Coza knew all too well about the wisdom that came with age. His imprint Moth was one of the wisest wolves he had ever known in his life and he was happy to see more wolves with experience under their belts come into his lands. He had many young ones to train too, Suomi, Solaris and Wraith, though Sen would be seeing to Wraith’s healing training in due time, Suomi needed someone more than him to take care of her. She was a needy child and often try to press buttons. Something told him this fem didn’t take to that well but Coza could see her as a wonderful teacher to the girl.

”I am needing of all those things, and you certainly do speak honestly I am sure. I would be most greatful if you were to join my pack and use your skills for our pack. He says giving a dip of his head to the fem. He wanted to know her name still but he had the feeling she was having some misgivings about telling him for one reason or another.

”I am thinking I know you from somewhere. Is it Diveen? I is most sorry, but I cannot remembering your name.” He speaks with his broken English tilting his head slightly at her. He knew it was that or the gypsies and the fem certainly didn’t seem like one of them. They were few and none so large as her or bold for that matter. They were a quiet and peaceful lot though once Hawthorn had vanished the band had broken and Coza had chosen to live with Moth from then on. Now she was here in Taviora and he wondered if Moth knew who she was. Most likely, Coza had been rather shy and introvert during his stay in Diveen, he had fought in the war for them as any loyal member would, but he usually just stayed around Moth and her den.

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


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