Coza’s tail waved slightly still, he was not worried, not scarred of either of the loners attacking him. He was easily larger than both and he never did take appearances to heart. Many wolves with gruff exteriors often ended up being softer than they were willing to admit. Perhaps the scarred black fem before him was a monster, vicious wishing to kill someone, but she would not be doing that with him around. He was a strong male, bulky, and though he was not meant for speed he had plenty of stamina to keep him going for quite some time. He took a step closer to the two females, his banner slowing its wave to a flick fiery eyes looking towards the first female to speak.

She didn’t give her name and Coszcotl tilted his head slightly confused. Names were sacred, it took much thought to determine what one should be named for often a name defined who you were. He was the gem eyes, Jewel of the Aztec tribe to which he was born. He wouldn’t pressure her though, Moladion seemed to be a melting pot for different cultures. Her grizzled voice did little to frazzle him either. She sounded gruff but given her looks it fit her rather well. His tail flicked lightly eying her for a moment before drifting to the black fem that was sidling towards him. She seemed a little scared and he edged towards her as well so to bridge the gap between them. There was no need to worry. He wasn’t going to let anyone harm one another while he was around.

She spoke in a soft clear voice giving her name and asking if he was a pack wolf. His scent made it obvious enough but he assumed that maybe she could have thought he was a part of a large wandering group too. ”Kemerisu.” He repeated the strange name just as she had said it. He was getting better at it the longer he stayed in Moladion. Wrapping his tongue around all these names that were so long and difficult to say. ”I am a Pack wolf. A wolf of Taviora which is not too far from here.” He stated looking at the loner too, ”A new and quickly growing family there.” He wasn’t sure if the other loner female was interested too, hopefully he was taking Kamerisu’s tone correctly. She sounded interested and the cream and dark brown male was more than happy to offer her a home if she wanted it.

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


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