The bright sunset and green flecked eyes remained focused on the pair for a while, it seemed he had yet to be noticed as the pair spoke. A small smile crossed his maw as he listened to Banshee attempt to calm the child and help her understand that not all she was brought up to be was how it truly was. The whole situation as it carried on just made his mind think of another particular little girl that almost exactly two years ago now had come to him in a similar state of unrest. She was small helpless half-starved and couldn’t yet even hunt for herself. That girl too had come on a summer night, though it had been a heavy down pour of rain. That girl was now his adoptive daughter and at the time (and for many days after) had fought and kicked him off until finally she accepted his words were true that he, a complete stranger, was more family than her blood had ever been. It seems that lesson again would have to be taught and though Banshee was doing a valiant job it was Coza’s turn to step in.

Banshee introduced him and a soft fatherly smile, eyes filled with nothing but sadness for the girl and her situation and his form soft. He did not carry himself in the traditional manner than any alpha had done. No, as always his tail was low, waving behind him and his head was set in a rather neutral manner. Had Banshee perhaps not said anything it was likely the girl would have had no idea of his true identity, many did not when they first met him until the crossed the borders and scented his thick musk surrounding the lands and even then he still usually did not say something unless pressed or greeting new wolves wishing to join. It seemed though the girl was indeed just as stubborn and mentally harmed by her parents as Sue had been. How someone could treat their own flesh and blood that way he could not hardly fathom. His heart called for the child as she clearly was a bit scared by his presence or the words Banshee had spoke. Coszcotl was sure it was hard to believe that everything you were told by your parents was a lie and that wolves, complete strangers, could care for you more than your own blood.

Again he remembered Suomi, she had recoiled as well at his kind words unable to believe anyone could be so different from what she grew up knowing from birth. He approached the dyad of females, still looking equally happy despite her apparent attempt to. The fear was apparent in her eyes, the anger and sadness. The brute’s eyes were nothing but soft and sad as he approached the small girl and Banshee. She growled at him and he only could let a clearly small good natured chuckle come from his maw before wrapping a paw around the child to drag her into his chest in hug.

”You having been through so much little one. Too much for one so young, so innocent. You is just needing love that all little ones are so deserving of and a chance that you have yet to be given.” His form curled around her, ”I is sorry… so sorry that your family has done this to you… no one should have to go through pain and feeling as if they is being useless. “ His voice was soft a kind and gentle whisper, tones edging with sadness for the girl’s upbringing and fear. She has been done a disservice by her family. Now, his family, his pack, would try to do what it was they could to make her believe in herself again. How mistaken she was on the type of wolf Coszcotl was. She was saying they knew nothing about her, well she knew nothing about them. Many times now he had sacrificed his flesh for the sake of his pack and protecting them, dove in the line between the Demon Tobias and his own members. His duty was to protect his family that was all of Taviora with his life and he would do so.

Banshee was not wrong. All of Taviora was bonded together in as a family, not just a group of wolves out for themselves. How else in three years now had he created the second largest pack in all of Moladion? Packs that have been around for double perhaps triple that time have yet to have the connection and size that his own lands had.

”You will see Taviora different… you is just needing to give us a chance that we is wishing to give to you, Little one.” He said letting her go unwrapping his large warm frame from hers. He could only hope she understood, no one wished to bring her the sadness the unknown that was now her past life. Not here.

"Speaking English."
"Tlahtoa Nahuatl""Speaking Nahuatl"


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