It was rare that the boy ever traveled far from his father’s pack without reason. He didn’t know why, but today, he just felt like he should go out and look around. He wasn’t sure what happened to Eirenea, Sen had taken him under his care and since he hadn’t seen the girl around. Perhaps she had felt better and left or perhaps she just… Didn’t make it. His face fell slightly at the thought she was in pretty bad shape when he had brought her to Taviora. Perhaps he had failed. The boy shook his head surely she was okay, just not around anymore or perhaps she was still sick so she was stuck in the den. Yeah that made since. She had a lot of recovering to do, that’s what Uncle Sen had said, and he had taken her off. His father was very proud of him helping her that day too. Amoxtli had done a good thing he supposed. If she was… gone. At least she wasn’t alone.

Trying to comfort himself in that, and failing, he continued deeper into the forest. Really Enocra woodland just felt like an extension of his home. Sure it did not have that same thick musk of his father’s in the air but the comfort of the trees and the sounds of the birds and animals. It was nice. He thought maybe he could venture out here all the time he could nearly forget that he wasn’t in the safety of Taviora. That he was just in the free lands. The large boy still moved a little nervously around the area, but that was how he generally was anyway. Amoxtli knew his sister would tease him, call him a chicken, she did it all the time anyway, but he sort of was. Every time he even met someone knew it was a struggle to get a single word out of his maw. He knew the pack was expecting him to be an heir of sorts, knew that usually it was the eldest son that took the throne. Solaris’ brother was going to take Diveen that he knew of, but perhaps it wasn’t always that way… He hoped not, he didn’t think he could be a leader like his dad was.

He might fail again.

His mind went to the girl again and a sigh escaped his maw. What if he failed the pack that his dad had created, rose from the very ground. Then again he didn’t want to think of life without his father or his mother either. He had so much riding on him, he felt so at least, such high expectations being Coszcotl’s son. Amoxtli wondered if Dexter ever felt this way, or Zeltzin, seeing as she was the only daughter. It was silly really for him to even think about that but still the thought just didn’t leave.

He paused looking around for something to distract him, though he wasn’t exactly sure what ‘something’ should be. He didn’t want to hunt anything, for his father taught him to only hunt when he was hungry or helping someone who was, and well he didn’t exactly want to run into anyone. That would just be stressful. For now the multi-brown pelted boy continued to wander around, mismatched eyes doing the same. It was nice to be out of the pack, but unlike there he felt it was just a bit purposeless. There was nothing to do, no one to see but perhaps that was the good part. He would have to wait and see.