He knew his son had a strong desire to do what was right in the world. It would probably surprise him that, while Coza would certainly be worried about such a carrier path of stalking and hunting killers of Moladion, he would likely support such a thing. It’s in their blood after all, to protect and shield others that otherwise could not be guarded from such things. To take these killers from the world, Coza himself couldn’t stomach but if they were gone? Ones who killed others just for fun, if they happened to die, he wouldn’t miss them. Perhaps it’s something someday his son would open up to him about, his desire to kill these beasts that stalk Moladion and its innocents, but it’s a conversation a long ways away. Coza had killed many, indirectly as it might have been, in his past many had been killed in the name of ‘good’ innocents. He really didn’t feel he was indirectly related on those days where he thinks back of constantly warring against the other tribes, the reason he left his homelands and found himself here, repenting and following his own path.

There was no way he could change how his clan was, how it acted towards its normal members, especially lower class ones such as himself. He was not in the royalty, he was coveted sure for his power and brightly colored fire opal eyes, but he left long before that and now likely was branded as dead or a traitor to his tribe. He didn’t plan on going back, traitors were sacrificed too appease the gods for their betrays, it was not a decision he had made lightly when he finally chose to come here and he never regretted it.

Now he had his children, his wonderful mate and imprint, though worry set in that soon all of them would be leaving him. Zeltzin had already left to join Asteraia for a boy she rather liked who happened to be the Prince of Asteraia. Coza didn’t know anything else about any imprints or other males wishing for her attentions, he simply knew of the one she had left Taviora for and he gave her his blessing as she left to join them. He was certain she was happy there or else he thought she might have come back by now he missed her and he had to wonder what his two sons had chosen to do next. Of course Amoxtli made it know he wished to protect those in the pack as Coza had done. He wouldn’t be leaving him he hoped any time soon. His eldest son seemed to find company in a girl that had joined and risen in the Ranks of Taviora. Shiloh, a nice girl, daughter to Isola and Kane he had to say so far his children certainly had good tastes in character, an while he didn’t care if they were princesses, princes or loners, they certainly had chosen from two families Coza knew quite well. As for Dexter he increasingly was becoming an enigma, though Coza had thought he smelled a Diveen girl upon his pelt once as well.

That was what drove him out today, his youngest child was working hard to prove himself, something that made Coza swell with pride. It was what he always taught them, nothing was given to them in this world, it was why they were never given strange titles like ‘prince’ and ‘princess’ though Coza never quite claimed to be a ‘king’ either. It only made since then that his little family of Guardian born children had to work their way up in the world it was good for them all. A bonding day with his youngest son was well deserved and hopefully would help breach the slowly increasing gap that age always seemed to forge as children reached adult hood. He wasn’t ready to let go of any of them. Not yet, it difficult for him not to see them as the squalling pups by their mother’s side that needed him, or the pups just leaving the den for the first time. No, Coza was walking towards a full fledged male, completely filled out, and was more than capable of protecting himself, it was just hard to see it now.

His eyes watched as the hawk flew off and Dexter was watching, hunkering down in bushes both rabbit and hawk alike not having the keen senses to detect him unlike the male who now stood behind him. ”How easy hunting would be if we could see them from the sky. Right, my son?”