The brute had known there was a hunt, boar were the post plentiful prey in the pack and often they were dangerous. Who couldn’t hear the boars angry squeals the snarls over the lands as the hunters did what they had to do to take down the prey? He would have had to have been deaf to not hear them. Coza had excluded himself from this hunt, not because he wanted to but because he had other pack duties to up hold. If he had it his way he would go to each any every hunt but Amoxtli had volunteered to go to. He had been so excited that morning to go and prove himself to the pack. He had nothing to prove, he was a strong boy, he had made his father very proud the day he had brought the dying girl to the pack attempting to save her. That was all the proof Coza would ever need that his son would be a great and kind wolf.

Still, when the howl of victory and gathering hit the air Coza didn’t hesitate. He didn’t worry… to extraordinarily much, about his son he knew so long as Zeteri was there he would be okay and there were other strong wolves with him too like Leafshadow and Eden. Enough experience he figured Amoxtli would learn and be safe while still being able to hunt. Still though as the large brute began to lope forward a tinge of worry reflected in his sun-set colored eyes. The scent of blood, and not all that of game touched his nose and the scent of mud dirt and grime. Perhaps this hunt hadn’t gone smoothly, but the again it was rare when hunting large prey that it did go without a hitch. Soon the party came into sight most looked unharmed but he could see his little Amoxtli curled up to the side of the group a girl he only really knew by the name of Shiloh, and a girl he recognized as Amoxtli’s friend at his side. From where he was at Coza couldn’t assess the full damage done to his eldest son.

He moved towards Sen and Zeteri still his gaze wandering to Amoxtli and Shiloh worriedly before allowing his gaze to set upon Zeteri. ”I curious too. You bring a big prize, but Amoxtli is seeming harmed.” Again not that he blamed the wolfess for it, but it was father’s duty to worry for his children, for now it seemed he was fine in the company of Shiloh and hopefully his Moth would come to the call of Zeteri and be able to treat him if not he knew Sen could, he trusted his Medicine Wolf and best friend just as much as he did his Mate and Imprint who was Shaman of Taviora.

His gaze went to the boar, he was hungry but worry for his son ebbed that away but he would not stop the pack from eating this prize if they wanted it. Often Coza didn’t act like a traditional alpha, he cared about the wellbeing of his family and pack before himself any day and today wasn’t going to be any different.

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


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