He had been resting atop his den. Things had been going smoothly since the defeat of his challnger. His pack peaceful, his grandchildren born, all granddaughters, healthy and very loved and happy it seemed. Coza loved them all, each one held dear to his heart. Children were all special, he loved all of them and there was no exception to the rule, but his own grandchildren and children both, his blood, well they were even closer held to his heart. He had no blood family in Moladion or children of his own before he was give Amoxtli, Zeltzin and Dexter and no family at all until he and moth joined together. His family was growing, his blood family even something he wasn’t sure he would even have when he decided to leave Nahuatl and eventually found himself here in Moladion. Now his family was growing more and he wondered if or when he would be getting more in the future from his other child who had a mate, Amoxtli.

He wouldn’t rush, his son was nervous by nature and still had a lot of room to grow along side of his partner Shiloh. Lucero and Zeltzin were just as young, but he felt they had a different sort of certainty in their step that his son lacked. He wasn’t in a hurry, having less grandchildren now meant more love to spread among the three of them and he was very pleased to have the chance to watch them grow and be a part of their lives. Speaking of he heard the soft little foot steps, his legs were outstretched as she rested on the surface of his den, Moth was resting within. Her advanced aged made it… difficult sometimes for her to get out an about as she used to, but Coza did all he could to make her as comfortable as she could. His head lifted as he heard the jarbled steps come closer spotting a little girl who looked so similar to himself with her dark brown and white, instead of cream, second tones.

“Niltze Tepi.” "Hello my Granddaughter." He called back in Nahuatl, smiling at the use of his old language. Coza had actively taught his children to speak the tongue, but he was gathering by the sparse slow learning of some words at their age that Zeltzin might not have been as actively teaching it as he did. He dind’t mind, that was Zeltzin’s parenting choice, and likely made communicating throughout the den easier, or perhaps she was trying to avoid something like what had happened to Amoxtli where he couldn’t speak English very well until he pressed his second year. Either way he was happy to hear it from his eldest granddaughter his tail waving as she switched then to English. “Quema, Scarlett, nimahuiltiz ahuilli.” "Yes, Scarlett I would love to play." While Zeltzin may have had reservations Coszcotl did not mind speaking in his native tongue at all to his children or his grandchildren. His tail waved as he stood up his form hulking compared to his tiny granddaughters own form.

”What is it that you wanting to play my little Scarlett?” He asks giving her a gentle nudge of his nose, heavily scarred muzzle holding a wide grin all the while. He wanted her to initiate the game, or at least give him an idea. HE could play with any of them for ages, well at least until they crashed leaving him to carry any one of them back home to put them to bed. That was usually how their games ended, he knew it would change all too soon so he would enjoy the time that he had to have more energy than them.