He had been oddly absent to his pack since his children’s birth, but could anyone blame him. Being a father was the greatest joy he had ever experienced, his pups were still too young to do little more than squeak and roll about the den floor yet all he could do is watch them in amazement day in and out. Of course he had to tear himself from his Moth’s side to find her some food, birthing had thankfully been rather easy considering her age. She was tired but beyond that they had been very lucky. Three healthy pups had been born to the pair and three healthy pups would survive to see their first year so long as Coza was their father.

It was them that made him react as he did, he knew the scent that brushed through the air, knew it was the demon wolf Tobias. He had met and fought with him on his first day in Moladion while protecting his now friend Hush, when he barely knew enough English to get him by with anything. Well Hush had understood his willingness to protect her and Coza was not about to let him run around his lands with children within. His hackles rose normally he would have been somewhat a peaceful male but he knew the stories of the black wolf, he knew what he was capable of and knew that he was strong enough to fend him off again. He slipped out of the den speaking a few words of comfort to his imprint before taking off across his lands. He was the leader of Taviora, it was his duty to protect his members.

A new scent brushed his nose on the way something familiar but very different and unmistakably something that was a part of his Moth. He knew the smell entangled with it as he was and knew it was probably an older child of hers. He had not had much luck with trying to stay on the good side of her children and he knew it would likely be harder now that he had put her life in such danger this season. He seemed to be with or around the cannibal and that worried Coza all the more.

The charcoal scent of Alias was there and though he was happy for the wolfess to be there to help ward Tobias off he wasn’t sure why the one smelling weakly of Moth was there. Blood, he smelled blood too. Worry and fear filled him making the thick wolf move faster he saw him then the silver male entangled. He would not be having any blood of Moth harmed on his lands. His hackles raised as he ran up from behind the black brute, he knew that he wasn’t all there in the head but he wondered if he remembered him. Coza could feel the scars now beneath fur prickle as if they knew their creator was near. Maw wide the wolf leaped up aiming to tackle Tobias down and bite him on the back of the neck hopefully pinning the male to the ground. Coza was not much taller than Tobias but did have some weight on him, he would do the tactics of his old home try to get this male in the most vulnerable position possible. He is not harming anyone so long as they are in his lands.

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


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