It was still hurting, and hunting had begun to be a challenge for the brute until a few weeks prior. Still it was hard. Never was he the fastest, but he certainly was getting closer to the slowest. Even as he walked he had a small hitch in his walk occasionally holding up the limb that had been bitten into during his challenge with Stella. It still hurt now and then, and still it wasn’t bearing all the weight it could. It hadn’t been long though and while he was losing hope it would get better, Moth sure was certain. She was the healer she knew the best for him and what he had to do to make it better. Slowly she told him to put more weight on it, but hunting for mother’s was still his priority over all else right now. It was a tradition he was not going to overlook hurt or not he had to hunt for the families having pups. He had hunted for Zeltzin and there was still one more very important mother that surely would appreciate a meal and more time with her mate and pups instead of worrying. Not to mention Amoxtli was home and Coza was going to abuse the fact that his son was nearly as large and certainly more nimble than Coza was right now.

So they hunted together and in time were able to take down a fawn and a couple of hare. It took the better part of the morning, but Coza had a nose for knowing when the members of his pack were expecting or having their pups. The brute carried the two hares in maw, his son dragging the fawn along form him quietly until they were upon the den. He owed Astrid a lot for that night, it was worth the ache in his leg and a couple bruises to bring her a good offering to her and her children, plus he hadn’t got to meet the lucky male that was, Coza assumed, her mate and father of the pups. Though he had been wrong before about such things it really wasn’t important so long as she was happy with her children and both were healthy.

He smiled to Amoxtli he was welcome to stay but it seemed his shy son was content to bowing out leaving the fawn a few paces away from the entrance and Coza went a little closer. He loved the scent, puppies were always such a joy and his mind reeled back to the day his own children were born. A smile set on his maw as he awkwardly walked forward, his bad leg held from the ground at the moment. He placed the hare down at his paws before clearing his throat. He could hear several puppy cries and the voice of, who he assumed was her mate speaking saying there wasn’t a lot of room in there anymore.

”Astrid…?” It was always a bit awkward when first contacting a mother, he knew sometimes they could be protective, as sometimes were the fathers… yet he continued coming back again and again and so far it usually paid off. ”I has brought you gifts… everything is being okay, yes?” He still sounds uncertain, but he waits standing outside the den, waiting for someone to respond to him. Perhaps if they wanted he could help expand the den, he wasn’t sure they needed such a thing, but he was more than willing to help later once the pups were out of the dangerous first few days.