Amoxtli felt he may have stepped a bit of a barrier with his words. She grew more morose at his words and he felt bad for it. He was going to apologize he had to. He had no right to judge her family he didn’t know what life was like in Diveen. It was probably a lot more bustling and busy than it was here in Taviora to be certain. It was an older and larger pack after all no way it couldn’t be. Amoxtli had to wonder just how busy it was. So busy that they tended to ignore eachother? At the very least Amoxtli knew everyone by sight, perhaps not their names but the familiar figures of the land were just that. Familiar. He could’t say he didn’t know who did and didn’t belong to their lands just by sight and scent. Amoxtli of course knew some names though from wandering the lands with his father and many knew who he was just because… well he guessed Shiloh was right there, his father was the Alpha, so he was sort of important he guessed. But his dad talked about them a lot too, so perhaps it wasn’t just that after all.

She said her family was busy and he gave a small noise of affirmation. He figured. Taviora was smaller and his father was busy a lot too so he could only imagine how busy her own parents must be with their own pack business. He led the way onward towards his family’s area, not so much a den. All of them tended to sleep outside unless it was raining or snowing, and even sometimes on those days too they were close he could hear the stream that was close by but he stopped before they even made it. ”He’s not here…” They boy said softly before continuing forward. ”I know what you mean when you say they are busy a lot, I would imagine it’s even more so than Tahtli. But I usually work with him so I don’t really notice.” He said not realizing he had called his father the Nahuatl word for it, even though he generally did call him by that rather than father to others.

She explained what she had meant and again he could offer little but a tilt of his head. It made since though he wasn’t a prince. ”I’m not a prince, I am a warrior and protector and that’s what I want to do.” The boy said softly. ”Nantli and Tahtli are both good fighters, many don’t know that she is, they just think she’s a healer… but I know she is, she beats dad all the time.” He said whispering as if it was some great secret. It didn’t dawn on him that maybe his father let their mother win, it seemed serious enough sometimes but all too playful as well.

”It’s okay if you don’t know them… but if its okay could you show me around Diveen someday?” He asked sheepishly his mismatched eyes setting on her. ”I-I mean I understand if you don’t want to… and I guess that I could go on my own but I-I…. well.” He looked away at that finding himself at a loss for words for the moment. He wasn’t sure what to say, was this too much to ask of someone he just met? He liked her and wanted to be her friend and friends did stuff together right? Maybe she wanted to be friends too?

He moved forward pausing in the clearing next to the stream, the pelts and feathers about a clear sign to this being where his family stayed. They pulled them around often sleeping under the stars or pulling the pelts under the tree to cover from rain when they choose to stay out. Barbaric? Perhaps to some, but it was how he was and it was almost uncomfortable for him to sleep in a den anymore. He paused there waiting, wondering what she would say to him about that matter, maybe if she wasn’t comfortable with that maybe they could go on the pack hunt? He just wanted to be friends and was certainly to young and naïve to really think much more on what they could potentially be in the future.