He looks over the pure white male, gaze still friendly and bright. At one time of his life he would have thought he would never join a pack again, not after what he had suffered in his old home but Coza knew he wanted to be with others, it was his nature and for a time he had wandered with the gypsies gotten to see them though really still couldn’t communicate with the group. They were closer knit than he was, he felt outcast still though he proved useful and it wasn’t like he wasn’t welcome it as just he wasn’t understood. Then his whole life changed, changed because he met one woman. His Moth.

That day a realization came that he needed to be with her beyond all else, though time chose to separate them their bond was pure and he was just what she needed and she was what he needed. Her patience slowly gave him speech, it gave him a home and a purpose once more. Then the war happened. He protected his new home, protected his Moth making sure they were safe as well as the members of the pack that had grown to care for him as he did them. The family he gained there was so unlike that of his old home but still he sought his own ideal land his own home to protect those within and thus began his Challenge to obtain Taviora.

Taviora was the home he always wanted. He protected all that lived within the lands not as a king, but as their guardian and protector. So unlike the other lands, Coza did his best to do just that and his scars attested to it. Putting his body as a shield before Tobias, fending off those who dared to challenge him. It was peaceful and with each year he had more and more reason to protect it. His family, his friends. They were all there gathered into once place where they were safe and happy so long as he ruled. They wouldn’t take it from him unless he were to die. However, thoug recruitment was always on his mind it was merely because he wished to keep those around him safe, those who were on their own, not because he wanted more to serve him. Hardly. But because he wanted to help them. It was why that he wished to hold a feast then to show his brother and sister packs how he had grown as well as build the unity between them all.

However he was jerked back to the present the brute giving a strange greeting. Mate? English not being Coszcotl’s first language made things difficult sometimes and the word mate he attributed to one thing, not so much the simple slang greeting the wolf was using. ”Mate? You is not being mate to me. I am having mate already.” He said a little bewildered his head tilting to the side. He had never come across one who said that in such a fashion mates were reserved to someone you loved, someone you perhaps would copulate with and Coza did not feel either such thing towards the large white wolf before him. But still Coza could tell the other brute meant no harm though confusing he stepped a little closer his tail still waving, but pausing now and then only because of the confusion.

He nodded though at his next reply it was a nice day but soon snow would fall and packs would be needing to help loners find and hunt food. He knew Iblis before owning Asteraia every winter and spring would ask to reside in a pack for the safety of his mate and children, he was ure it reigned true for some others.

”I is indeed on my way home. But you is no bother, I am just enjoying company and meeting those who chose to live in the free lands.” The brute says smiling his tail still waving lightly out behind him all the while. ”I am called Coszcotl, though most are just calling me Coza. What is your name?” He asked the brute curious. Maybe he could find a friend this day, someone else he would wish to help. Time could only tell.