The boy heard a noise, his head whipping around at the crackling of leaves and sticks. Not many in the forest pack made that much noise, by now they were well trained and knowledgeable about the sounds they created making them softer pawed than most around Moladion. The crunching sounds of leaves were the folly of many of his own hunts, and while he was hardly as fair pawed as his sister Zeltzin he certainly had a more refined grace to his walk than others from the neighboring packs did. You had to to survive, and though his paws were still quite big and he was clumsy when he wanted too he could be nearly dead silent. The sounds of the girl trying to release herself certainly had Amoxtli’s attention though, he had no idea what it was. The boy’s bright mismatched sunset orange and stunning bright green were set in the direction, dark ears perked and his form frozen in place. Should he investigate? Perhaps it was prey that unknowingly got trapped in bramble? As rare as it was it didn’t sound big just noisy.
His nose twitched and the multi-toned tan and brown boy scented something that was like their northern sister pack of Spirane. They were coterie, often speaking with one another and spotting each other across borders during patrols. A few times when Amo had gone with his father one one of these patrols he could spot their own patrols moving about. He had never been there, but when your pack shares a fairly close proximity and border with it you tended to know the scent of the land. He knew that his father had been worried about that pack recently, and was soon hoping to go speak to Solaris on what he thought they should do. How did any of them know that once again they were in battle to figure out who it was should lead the mountain pack? Or that the girl he was drawing near was currently in turmoil for it was her mother who sought to take the throne from their newly crowned queen, it made since how she felt but of course all of this was arbitrary the moment he spotted the girl and watched her tug her tiny paw free of the brambles and go rolling backwards.
His face contorted into a look of utter fear, the current weeks where he had his doubts and worries about the girl Eirenae flooding in the forefront of his mind. It had been there all along to be certain; his underlying fear about what had happened to the girl, but now all he could think was failing. Was he going to fail this girl too? It was like he didn’t even really think about it, his paws just moved on their own, propelling his half-grown form forward. He was told often that he was so much like his father; he never believed it when people said it but in these moments it surely showed.
He moved quickly after the very small black form, his own form, large as some small adults taking strides to soon catch up to the small black form and sliding his form so that his body was against the ground and her form plowed into his fluffy side. It hurt a little having something hit you like that no matter how small but he got he. He was a little stunned with his own actions for a moment, blinking as he looked up where he had stood and then back to the tiny black form that now was against him, he didn’t move, wondering if she was okay, he form was a mess a tangle of twigs and leaves from her tumble but was she hurt?
”Are… you… are you okay?” He asked timidly his youthful tone soft and quiet. Now he had a whole new hurdle to jump, her lack of language being something completely new to him. Perhaps though it would be okay, he didn’t talk much anyway.