She was slowly on the mend, he had been nearly glued to her side the entire time she wasn’t feeling well. He did his best to do whatever he could for her, bring her food even if he knew she probably wouldn’t eat it. Amoxtli didn’t want to lose her though, he hadn’t breathed a relaxing breath since the day the small loner girl had brought her home. He never even thanked her, and the boy couldn’t even recall her name now. He felt bad for that though hopefully she knew the immense gratitude he had towards her for bringing her home to him. There just wasn’t much for it at the time, he was so scared and nervous, Shiloh was one of his only friends and he knew she was actually more than just a friend to him too, but someone he cared for perhaps more deeply than his own family. It was confusing to explain, but he guessed love was the only word for it.

He loved Shiloh. Not just as a friend, but a bit more than he did his family and he knew he would throw his life away if it meant saving her. The tan and brown, now adult, male just wasn’t sure how to tell her. His nervous disposition never did seem to melt away and to this day he wasn’t sure he was fit to lead, but he did know he was fit to protect and that perhaps was all he needed. His father knew this now but it wasn’t about proving it to his father, but all the wolves under his father too. What did he have to do to show them he had what it took to lead and protect them too?

That was why he was going to start by talking to Shiloh today. He needed to see her to tell her and ask her what she thought he should do and maybe, just maybe try and express his feelings. She was feeling better he knew that but he had to be certain she was ready, for he wasn’t going to be going on his own, he was going to take her with him. After all, while it seemed she had a much more inborn ability to lead she was the one he thought would be ruling beside him. IF she wanted. He had to remind himself. Part of the reason she left Diveen was because she wanted to get out from under her parents and the title “princess” how ironic then was it that she might be taken up as mate as the next leader of Taviora? Perhaps it was fate, he had to wonder at that as he neared the den were Shiloh had been resting and recovering.

He held a single hare in maw this morning, the sun had only just risen above the tree, slowly melting away the dew. He always tried to bring her something, and setting it down at his brow toed paws he called in, ”Sh-Shiloh? Are you here? I brought you some breakfast.” His voice had deepened considerably since their first meeting so long ago, now fully a masculine voice though not super deep like some of the gruff warrior males had. He let his near full deep brown banner give a few nervous waves hoping she was feeling good enough to come out and maybe walk with him today, after all he wanted to talk to her about… well everything.