Amoxtli stared around the clearing that his family generally stayed in. The den entrance, the same to which he was born in was not far off, though still within hearing distance of the brook near them. He didn’t bother to even look for his father was more sparsely in that den than any other member of the family, apparently back in Nahuatl, only females with pups really used dens, otherwise the warriors and wolves stayed outside. Supposidly it had been for protection, more wolves to easily hear and come to the call should a lower pack come to try and take the leading position. Amoxtli couldn’t picture living a life like that, but apparently it was what his father had grown up with and experienced for several years before coming to Moladion. Sure some probably thought it was weird but for Amoxtli it was really just normal to him. He knew most wolves didn’t sleep in dens but why not sleep under the stars? Be open to the world, it was nice, at least, he thought so.

He was feeling a bit more at ease here back at their den site, the surroundings and sounds so familiar to him that really conversing her he could almost forget Shiloh wasn’t family. Not that she was hard to talk to, she teased him but still she wasn’t as bad as his sister. He was still a bit nervous but she seemed genuinely curious about his family the pack, and perhaps she just wanted a friend too. It didn’t sound like she had any back in her old home of Diveen, not even with her own family, so now here perhaps he could get a friend and she could too? His brown tail gave a flick as he watched the water for a moment before his ears twitch as she replies to him about his mother being so strong.

What escapes her maw sends him into a little stuttering fit of ‘well’s and ‘I’s pausing for a moment to regain himself before saying, ”I-I dunno about… that.” being all he could managed before looking sheepishly away. His father had been teaching him and he didn’t want to prove the girl wrong by beating her, if she fought him, perhaps he would let her win just to be certain she didn’t get mad or anything. Plus she was a girl right? It was good to be nice to girls. It dawned on him then that maybe his dad did he same for his mother…. Though it didn’t really make her any less fierce in his eyes anyway. It seemed she was confident, in his own stuttering fit he hadn’t seen her own moment of shock and hesitance, he only caught her daring grin.

Still though he wanted to know if they could go to Diveen, he always wanted to explore, father said the Angels there spoke some weird language that they didn’t speak along with English. Something called Latin. He wondered if Shiloh, being a princess could speak that language too? Probably, Amoxtli heard all the real angels knew how and were taught it just like he, Zeltzin and Dexter had been taught Nahuatl from birth. But she said he could go with her, and in that Amoxtli felt relief and happy that she said she would! ”W-would you r-really?! That would be really great!” He said excitedly his tail waving about in a very puppy-ish manner feeling his heart leap happily before regaining his composure and shaking his head slightly his bright mis-matched eyes traveling away from the girl again. That was a strange feeling he felt so light and fluttery, was that was it was like making a friend? A real friend?

He stands awkwardly silent then still averting his eyes while she got her drink trying to work out that strange fluttery feeling in him when the girl suddenly exclaimed ‘look out’ snapping him out of his thoughts and only spotted the black paws just in time to do as his father had taught out of reaction more than anything. He twisted his head back his body lowering eyes filled with surprise as his body turned. Still though he wasn’t sure what had happened and as he side stepped away from the attack the boy fell into the creek side first into the water scrambling to regain his feet looking around trying to find his attacker not realizing it was the girl until he saw she was poised for attack.

”Whuh, what was that for!?” He said shocked, no anger was in his tones but still he was surprised. Perhaps he wasn’t graceful yet but at least he still held some of his parents’ skills even if he didn’t want to acknowledge it.