He is so grateful for the two females that were around him. He felt so cared for and he really was. He was sure once he got back to the den he would find his expecting daughter to be there waiting for him too and Amoxtli might even be drawn home by the news, though he would feel bad for inturrupting his son’s journey seeing as it was for him to get to know other kingdoms that he would be working with should the time come when Coza would have to step down. No matter what Coszcotl would always be a sensitive creature and hyper-sympathetic to all who crossed him. Even Tobias he did not wish to kill and as he held his hurt leg off the ground he had to wonder if it would ever have the strength it once had. But Moth was here now, she would do her best and he knew he was in the best paws that he could possibly be in. ”I know.” He says softly not meaning to make it awkward for the white female who has proven herself so loyal to him, but he needed his soul’s touch her beyond even the poppy seeds he had taken would help him feel better if not physically at least mentally.

He wasn’t sure who the female was though, and by the lack of response from either Moth or Astrid he gathered they didn’t know either. Coza felt much the same as Moth though, the scent familiar but he couldn’t put any weight on how it was. He thought of Diveen and Taviora… Kiska maybe that sat on him for a moment she had a large family and there was no certainty at all there was any relation there in the slightest. He guessed she would remain nameless for now, maybe forever less she showed up in Taviora again. And while he would have liked that he doubted if she came back it would ever be on good terms. It was a scanty hope otherwise… he knew that. So it was best to leave it for now.

He can tell Astrid wants to be helpful, really she was plenty helpful just being a warm presense to him, but not everyone can understand such simple things that calm him. It was best then when Moth gave her something to do to help him and water did sound good. To get the disgusting taste of blood from is maw, to clear his throat and mouth of it… he hated it, but he wouldn’t say that would be the true reason he wished for the water. It was a good thought on Moth’s part and something he was happy to soon be rid of that otherwise would have had to wait until they were closer to their den by the stream. As Astrid parts his side then he speaks, ”Thank you, Astrid.” It was clear by his tones he meant it from the bottom of his heart. And he watches her as she takes off into the forest. He eases himself down then, laying on the ground wincing as he sprawls his hurt leg out and holds stoically still while his soul sets to patching him back together.

”I… worry.” He says when she mentions his knee, all of his wounds… they felt repairable but his knee. He fell quiet giving a nod then not sure what else to say to her. She nuzzles him then and he nuzzles her back with a cheek, not willing to ruin any of her handy work done to his muzzle. He fell still as she spoke to him looking at her brown eyes feeling a bit better, for that was what he fought for and she didn’t think he should feel sorry for what he had to do to accomplish that. ”And I would do it again and again and again… until I can’t anymore… Anything for you… our family and pack.” He said just as quietly, placing his forehead into the fur at the side of her neck.