He was happy to see them both and in such good health and happiness as well. Perhaps it was simply the spring weather or perhaps being an uncle that perked him up slightly, either way he was pleased to be surrounded by such good wolves and his tail waved happily as his mismatched gaze roamed between the pair of them. Mikken was a polite male, someone who would no doubt make a good friend or pack member if he wanted to join. Then Namira was such a nice girl, she always had a light energy about her, he didn’t know her well sadly, but perhaps in time that would change a bit today.

At the moment she seemed so calm and polite but he shook his head when she asked if she had interrupted anything. ”No, it’s all over now, but my sister will be having pups any day now, so best I stick around to meet my new family members, right?” He said a little proudly. It was funny, he and Shiloh had no intentions of starting their own family soon, despite being engaged to be true mates sometime in the near future. Well Zeltzin had Lucero, and heaven knew the former Prince of Asteraia needed something to be happy about, it was a blessing he supposed to his sister and her mate? Were they mates? He didn’t know to be honest, but she had been smitten with him enough to move so they might as well be. He shook the thought from his mind again as he pondered the last bit of what the fiery girl had said. He, of course, didn’t catch any of their former conversation of them being ‘mates’ but he would have been just as bewildered at it Namira had been. Perhaps it was his own upbringing he spoke perfect English it was just his father’s own was limited and his mother was never one to use a term in that fashion either. Still it mattered little to him having, thankfully, missed it all he likely would have been a spluttery mess otherwise. No, instead he was feeling calm and happy, everything in his life going smoothly for the time being.


She was very sheepish in saying the rest of her words though and a warm smile that looked far to like his father’s crossed his maw to reassure her. He wasn’t quite sure why she was unsure though. Perhaps her statement wasn’t really one grounded on their conversation? He didn’t know. Nonetheless Amoxtli’s gaze flicked to Mikken quickly though a grin on his maw and his tail waving about lightly, excited at the prospect that maybe the silvery male would be joining their ranks. He looked unsure himself, if not downright confused by the idea of being accepted into the pack something that was only assured into when he began speaking for himself. He wanted to see the lands he of course was more than welcome without joining, and Amoxtli wasn’t going to pressure him into it if he was unsure.

”My father would love to have you, as would I if you want to join us.” He said dipping his head, ”Though you are more than welcome just to walk and see my home, if you are unsure. But I promise the invitation to join the forest will not go away any time soon. I can tell you would be a great pack member and part of our extended family as such.” He said smiling warmly at him. Amoxtli didn’t know much about packs outside of Moladion. He knew about his father’s land, how horrible it was, but that was about it, he didn’t know how hard it was outside f Moladion in places he just knew the comfort of having a sizable pack and plenty of prey to hunt. It was what he grew up with after all. He would be honored for such a polite, proud wolf like Mikken to be a part of the pack, but only if Mikken wanted to be as well.