The fall was heard all around Moladion. Coza’s heart went out to those who lived in Diveen, his old home and his closest and dearest allies. It was hard to think about, but he kept in mind that much like himself Kane was older and perhaps that played some role in their packs fall. He had been told long ago to expect wolves to come here should the pack fall, Spirane too was quite close to the angel pack as well as his own, so he predicted a fair number of wolves from Diveen would be coming their way soon. He hoped maybe Isola would come, he felt close to her and he he wasn’t mistaken he thought Sen could use his imprint close by. He would understand if not though and he would not be bothered otherwise. It was difficult for Coza to think ill of anyone who chose this way or that as it was their choice and generally they had it for their own reasons. All he could do was wait now and see who would come.

It wasn’t too long after the fall that he scented the first Diveen wolves on his borders. Quickly Coza made his way through his forest rounding the trees and soon coming towards a familiar face though one he wasn’t sure how he felt about seeing now. Azrael, always a handsome male was obviously older, Coza could see it, but it seemed he had aged much more gracefully than himself who was still gimping lightly on his damaged leg from his own challenge. Being old did not help him heal well Moth did everything right to treat him but the damage and the wounds simply did not allow him to bounce back as perhaps he once was able too.

Coza heard the male long before he saw him, he heard him fussing over something and Coszcotl never understood something like… hair. He was a clean male but if leaves tangled his fur or he was touched by some insect he was hardly bothered in any way. He blinked utterly bewildered by the display he was coming upon watching the white male fussing over his black pelted mate, blinking quite confused at the scene until it seemed the white male noticed him swinging around his large white frame facing him and immediately turning on him and shouting.

He gave a sheepish smile not really sure how to respond right away just trying to give small nods of understanding and small apologies under as he claimed his forest has assaulted him. Angels… well at least some of them were very strange and it was very much like this the time he had met Heyel as well. He didn’t cut of Azrael letting him get it all out until he chose to pause asking his mate if he should demand something of him as well.

He was about to say something when he felt something small brush against his leg and looked down to see little Vortigern, Astrid and Zaphkiel’s boy and soon, and thankfully, Zaphkiel came from the forest as well. ”Well ummm… Azrael, I am happy to take you to any den you wish, surely you would like one close to your son and grachildren yes?” He asks almost tentatively still smiling as his fire opal gaze traveled over the group.