Amoxtli had been nervous to say the least. He didn’t barely even sleep the night before. He wanted to prove himself, become better at protecting those he cared about. So, his father had set him on a task. Spring, he had said, he would be tasked to go to Spirane and train with their head warrior there. He hadn’t known that Shiloh had approached his father as well asking to go up in rank as well. Not at first anyway. He had found out that she would be going from his father later that night. His father was blissfully ignorant of the turmoil that sometimes wriggled in his stomach, but knowing she was going made the thought of traveling to Spirane easier. Since the hunt he felt oddly at ease around her, just as he did is family, but it was still different. Least he felt that way. Perhaps it was the rather intimate moment they had shared together while they took care of each other’s wounds, he didn’t care in that moment that she wasn’t family because at that moment he realized he had jumped in to protect her, just as he would have any of his family.

It was a strange train of thought but it was his none the less. Amoxtli flopped around on the pelt that, with the coming of spring, once again was out in the open air. He hadn’t barely slept a wink all night, though Shiloh going with him certainly helped what if he wasn’t good enough? He sparred with his father but with another actual trained warrior? How would that go? Would he like him? Was it a he? He was aware females could be just as capable warriors, Diveen and Spirane were ruled by females after all. Oh he hoped it was a male, it just would feel better. Amo nearly shot out of his fur at the sudden shouting and tugging at his ear. He had heard the paw steps but hadn’t thought that he would be so forcibly awakened. Only Zelly ever did that. When his mismatched eyes shot open he noticed everyone was already gone.

”Wuhh!? It’s morning already? I-I haven’t slept at all!” He jumped up his fur all dis organized more so over the thick scar that ran up his shoulder from the boar. It didn’t hurt anymore, his mother did a great job taking care of him though he had been out of commission and moving for many days after the hunt. His heart pounded, ”I-I dunno if I can do this Shiloh…” But it wasn’t like she was giving him much of a choice, herding him towards the mountain pack’s borders with nips and pushing. Thankfully she didn’t allow him to sit and think on it.

The whole time she spoke which eased him slightly, she was so excited and he wished he could share in her confidence in his skills as well as her enthusiasm. His father probably did the best thing for him ever by sending the Angel girl with him, though he did notice the closer they got the more serious she seemed to become. Her movements becoming slower more deliberate rather than the bouncing gait she had before. However her teasing words did little to relax him. Sleekwing? Apparently his father gave her a name to at least go off of. His stomach coiled and he recoiled a little closer to the female brushing her side for some comfort. He didn’t have much choice he was ready to turn around but before he knew it the girl he had come with called out to the pack in a much more confident manner than he was ready for. His dark brown tipped ears fell back and he shifted nervously on his equally dark toed paws. All he could do at this point was just hope he wasn’t a big of a failure as he thought he was.