He had been decently busy as of late. Pack tasks took organizing and thought and he had sent Shiloh and Amoxtli both to fufill their own tasks at the same time. Along with that he had a two new younger males join his ranks and that took time for them to settle in, especially with Wren who had to communicate very differently, but in a way that Coza was far too used to thanks to his lack of English upon coming to Moladion. It made things easier and the boy seemed happy, Nord too would make a good addition to the pack and he hoped to see both of the young males enjoy being part of Taviora. His tail waving lightly Coza continued on his border patrol a light smile upon his maw though not all was good in his life.

Another spring means another year passed. Each year he treasured beyond anything else. He loved his Moth, loved being with her and never wanted it to end. He accepted that no matter what he did there was nothing he could do to stop time but it didn’t make the idea of being without her hurt him any less. Thinking about it caused his insides to churn and clench with immeasurable pain, to be without her. He didn’t truly want to think about it, but it certainly wouldn’t help him when the time finally came. His face fell slightly, pausing for a moment in his movements though he wasn’t sure why. Suddenly a beautiful herbal scent touched his nose swiftly followed by a soft voice that instantly wiped the sadness from his maw.

”My love, niltze.” He said warmly moving towards her happy to see her out and about today. He knew it hurt sometimes and wondered if she pushed herself harder than she let on, but today flowers entangled in her fur he knew that she rushed towards him and the thought was lost as soon as she pressed herself into his large form. His nearly full brown banner began waving about wildly, always she instilled this feeling of greatness upon him with her around perhaps sometimes, just sometimes, he really did feel like the king she said he was.

”You is looking so light today. Vibrant? You feeling well today my Moth?” He asked concern etching his voice slightly, but how could he not worry for his heart and soul, not when her very body protests her actions every morning. He would gladly take her pain and make it his own if he were able, he would take it any day of the week just to make her feel better.

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


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