Spring was here and with it came the time where soon Moth would give birth to their pups. Coza did not stray far from the place where he had made the den for her just as winter had started. She had done her own renovations to it to prepare for their children and was growing more and more restless over the days. Soon he knew she would have them, four of them if Starfall’s prediction were to be true. One with mismatched eyes, but all of them healthy. He just hoped he was right. His form was still as he hunted early that morning for something to give to her. Instinct drove him to provide for her as well as his love and affection. He had changed his morning rituals and habits that likely wouldn’t change for some time.

Coza had his hands full trying to make sure everyone had what they needed and wanted. Many had requested Tasks to prove themselves which meant he had to oversee the tasks through. He thought his mind was made up however ready to promote them. He however was distracted by the obvious worry for Moth and her wellbeing but thankfully the worry soon would be over. Coza felt a strange pang inside him, a call he knew was no one else but his Moth. Their soul bond made him painfully aware of the wracking feelings of labor and he was not going to stand idly by and leave her alone through this time. Her call soon after echoed into the air calling him but he was already well on his way.

It was not the time to ambulate; the brute ran fast as he could towards the stream that the den was near abandoning his hunt and ignoring all faces that he passed. He would not miss the birth of his children or leave Moth to do it alone. He would be there for her, to keep her comfortable to keep her happy. He squeezed down the tight den entrance stepping onto the moss covered form before curling around her small form keeping her warm making her feel safe in his embrace.

”I am here.” It was all his mind could think as he never had been present to a birthing before seeing it was most improper to be at anyone but their own mate’s. He never had a mate, never had children these were his first and he was thinking likely his only he would ever have. She seemed fine as she pushed though he could tell she was in pain. He never wanted to see her in such pain and it was his fault she felt this way that she hurt. He let out a soft whine nuzzling her doing what he could to try and take the pain away. Coza licks her gently hoping that this will be quick, but if there is indeed four he knew this would be a long and very hard process for Moth.

It seemed like forever, but he continued to be by her, nothing mattered today nothing but her and the pups that she was trying too hard to give life too. Her cries her pushes were only mirrored by a whine and nuzzle of his own. Sometimes he would speak softly to her to continue and not give up though it hurt him that he must encourage her to continue feeling as she did when she was so tired. Their children needed her to press on and soon her hard work was rewarded.

A pup that looked much like his mother was born. A son of browns and tans like his mother, perfectly healthy by his whines and wriggling but of a size he was certain came from Coza. It was no wonder that he had taken so long to be born. Coszcotl was amazed by him, perfect and he was only the first. Her words set heavily on him, he had thought long and hard about what he would name his children when they had come and he had the perfect name for him.

”Amoxtli, he is the Guardian, as he will be the protector of his younger siblings.” Coza says hoping that his Moth likes the name he had been set on for some time. Protector seemed oddly appropriate for him, it was a name Coza had thought fit himself sometimes and he hoped it too would fit his eldest son. He nuzzled and licked Moth softly knowing that she did not have long to rest soon she was pushing again, she was tired and he could tell she was ready to stop. He wished he could help her, grant her his energy his youth, but he couldn’t. She worked hard and soon they were again rewarded with a second child this one smaller and more delicate than the first.

A girl born of her mother’s soft russets and browns. A beautiful baby girl, so small and looked so much like her mother that he could not think of anything more perfect as Moth again grants him the chance to name his first baby girl. ”Zeltzin, for she is as beautiful and delicate looking as her mother though I is certain she will be having your spirit.” He again places his face into her neck, nuzzling her and taking in her sweet aroma. She is not done, halfway based on what Starfall had told him and indeed there is no respite for his Moth. She was so tired he could see it in her visage as she worked so hard to just bring two to life.

The third was on the way, and Coza was sure that she would make it. For him and for them he knew she would power through. She was nearly done and there was not extra blood or anything that seemed unusual. Her age was making her tired the size and number surely not helping yet she worked on until finally one last boy also taking more after their mother was born. He was perfect and healthy just as his brother and sister before him. Handsome tan and brown boy. None of his children looked like him but Coza was happy for that. All of them more perfect than he could ever imagine. Moth had called him Dexter, a fine name, interesting though he was not sure of the origin or meaning it mattered little. Moth wished for him to be called this and for that he was sure it was a spectacular name.

She was done, they were all fine and healthy though he had concern of the fourth one Starfall had spoken of. Three, she had only three. Perhaps his vision was only wrong for that or perhaps it had meant something else and with time perhaps he would be having more children. He hoped not, he did not wish to ever put Moth through this pain again. She was tired and she soon was asleep with their three beautiful children resting at her side. He was a father and he hoped he could be good enough for them. Curling tightly around Moth he rested with her. Night was drawing near the sun was setting, he would rest. Though he didn’t feel nearly as tired as she did the excitement and worry had drained the energy out of him. He would stay with them, resting his head on her shoulder he watched him and listened to their squeaks knowing he could never tire of being with any one of them.

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


COSZCOTL
=—Protects Moth’s Heart&Soul—Guardian of Amoxtli, Zeltzin & Dexter—>