He could feel her pain her sorrow it tugged at him as if he were being jerked around on a rope, and in a sense, he was. Moth was his bond, he could feel her distress her sadness as if it were his very own. He was on border patrols moving around the pack lands as normal when he felt something that felt like his stomach had fallen from his own gut. Worry took him over quickly knowing he was feeling something that was not his own to feel. His Moth was sad, his Moth needed comforting and love like no one on earth but him could offer her. Something was wrong and he was bent on figuring out what it was. The large wolf moved as fast as he could on his brown toed paws, his frame moving so easily around the trees his nose tracking her scent to her location.

He wanted to cry he was certain the feelings were not his own biting them back unsure of what was happening to make his Moth feel so terribly. He had felt sadness in his life, great sadness but when what his imprint was feeling, it was terrible. It wasn’t his own and it distressed him to know that she was in such anguish. He was coming, her guardian and protector the one who’s soul she held.

Soon it dawned on him what it was that made his soul’s heart wretch so. He realized that he was heading in the direction of the wolf he had failed, the wolf who he had been so carefully taking care of alongside of his own family and caring for as best he could while he recovered from such a grave injury. It seemed he finally was up and moving and that his Moth had found him. But why was she feeling so much anguish? He had no idea the wolf was a child of his Moth a child long before Coza even existed in the lands of Moladion. How was he to even know? He knew Moth had previous mates and children his age, but to have some that were older than even him. It was foolish of him to think that her first mate wouldn’t have had a family with her. They would have been a fool not too if they hadn’t. She was a perfect mother and imprint as well as mate.

He came upon the den feeling guilt like no other and he was a little surprised when he came up from behind Solaris. ”It is not being polite to stare and watch Solaris.” He says sadness creeping up in his voice hearing as the columbine brute invited Solaris closer. Coza too moved quickly forward unable to stop himself as he met with Moth pressing himself into her. He knew it was wrong perhaps unceremonious but the sadness, he wanted it to stop. He held her small frame his own trembling lightly almost as the first time that he had found her. He still didn’t understand her sadness and after a moment of embracing her he pulled away awkwardly looking at the older male.

”Sorry.. I am greatly… sorry.. feel so terrible for all things. I failed protect you from him, demon, Tobias.” It wasn’t just about the embracing but about his failure to protect him on top of Moth’s own sadness he was just overwhelmed, not able to really understand, but his broken slow words were spoken. Normally he would be speaking better but his mind was just failing him with all the emotions that welled up with him and his imprint.

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


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