The hunt had been a success! The very first pack hunt of Taviora! The boar had been brought down but the combined strength of the pack and I was miraculous to see the power of pack wolves coming together to take something so large and strong. This would certainly provide the pack with a good meal for some days to come. It didn’t go down without a fight though and while Coza would have loved to rip a leg off and go running to the den to his Moth and young pups he had other duties to attend to first. Namely the health of the members who had gotten hurt in the fray. With large prey there was always the risk of someone being harmed in the cross fire. Zeteri was the worst of the three who the boar had taken is anger out on. She was gored by a tusk saving distracting the beast from harming the young white wolf Wraith.

He was proud of her, for part of the job of being the True Arrow indeed was to provide but it was also to keep the wolves involved safe. While Coza never expected someone to never be harmed in a hunt with prey such as this it could have been a lot worse for the young boy than it was for the fully grown Zeteri. She deserved the rank she worked for and Coza was more than happy to bestow upon her. He with the help of other hunters dragged the carcass more into their lands stopping once he was sure no scavengers would take hold of it. He paused watching as the hunters dispersed giving his ‘thank yous’ and ‘good jobs’ as the hunters went back to their days and hopefully to rest and enjoy the bounty of this pigs flesh. He would let them take whatever it was that they liked of it first, for they were his pack they were the ones who kept his lands alive. And no matter what he was sure there would be plenty to take to Moth later.

He however had eyes for one wolfess in particular. Zeteri. He saw her hobbling on her bloodied leg and concern etched over his face as he approached her. ”That look very bad. Likely to scar, but you is doing a good job at leasding the hunt. I must say you is earning the rank of True Arrow without question.” He motioned to the felled bore spotting Wraith and hoping he would come over on his own to help the female that ad protected him. He would call for Sen or take Zeteri to Moth if he had to but the boy was here. Perhaps today Zeteri wouldn’t be the only one getting a promotion. He would see what it was that Sen had taught him over the year he had been within Taviora.

”Wraith, if you could please tend to Zeteri. It is not looking so good, but I is no healer.” He asked the boy. If he didn’t have the skills well again here were still Moth and Sen both very proficient healers that Coza had complete faith in. He had faith in Wraith, he knew that he learned well, he wanted to do good for the land it was time to show it.

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


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