Winter left him feeling a rather large array of emotions as of late, it did appear as winter dragged on his Moth was getting a little larger around the waist and thus he knew that she carried his pups. He hadn’t wanted to speak with her about it just yet, he worried for her more than perhaps she knew, and instinct drove him to want to provide for her daily which also could contribute to her rather sizable growth. He would bring whatever it was she wanted, fish, pheasant anything for her. He just wanted to make sure she was healthy and happy during this time. Usually wolves were so happy during the winter months should they find out that they were expecting. Though he always had thought about being a father and knew he would enjoy it, he just worried for Moth surviving the birthing more than anything. What would happen if she were to die giving birth? Or something happened to the pups? Either thought made his stomach churn and feel like he was going to throw up.

He shoved the thought from his mind as he hunted, stalking near the creek and finding a pheasant he was about to pounce when a shrill, scared called of a child flowed over his lands. The sound had caused him to suddenly jolt up and scaring away had been his unsuspecting prey, he charged forward ignoring the bird as he went to quickly find the child who was calling. It wasn’t Suomi, the girl who equally seemed to hate and appreciate him, who he protected and cared for as his own despite her rather unruly attitude. It might have been a child younger either. His lands seemed to attract the homeless children of Moladion, he didn’t know why, but he had Suomi and though Wraith and Solaris were not completely considered homeless they lacked the purpose they wanted in their old homes to consider living there.

He moved quickly as he could through the snow and around his lands. An ashy scent touched his nose, the scent of Alias, Kiska, in the air near the child. He did not want to assume it was her to caused such fear in a child and the dark ears were pinned forward concern etched on his maw as he heard the tones of the fem speaking with the young one.

Coming into view of the pair he waited back for a moment, his tail waving and trying to let a soft smile touch his maw as he looked at the child. He was scared, thin and clearly about in the same position Suomi was when she had first arrived. He did not come to the forfront just yet, letting the child choose to come out and let Alias have a look at him. Coza worried about the boy, but it was clear the large wolfess, though gruff, did care about the child too.

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


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==—Protects Moth’s Soul—Guardian of Suomi—>