This walk felt strange, just as it had the very first time he had done it. He had spoken to Moth he had watched her over the last few days and knew what he had to do. The fall of Diveen, the attack on his pack once more by Tobias and this time harsher than ever with the added wolves that he seemed to form bonds with left him feeling in adequate. Yes, he recently defended his lands from a challenger, yes he still had many friendships with leaders across the lands, but he still thought about all the things he hasn’t done and the short comings as of late, as a mate, as an imprint, as a protector. He had failed the young boy Levi, he had fought for a land he was just newly a part of and now bore scars showing Coza’s failure, his own children had stepped in as well as his War Shield they had protected the pack, not him… No he was late he had failed his pack and put them all in danger and it was all because of his leg that even now he walked on with a mild hitch, months after his fight.

He knew he could still fight and give anyone a problem even with his bad leg, it didn’t hurt just didn’t move as it once did making an already slow tank of a wolf slower. Coza had so many obligations but one stood out to him most that being his Moth… Word had not yet reached anyone of the death of the Old Angel King, but if it had it would only drive the Aztec brute faster into this decision. So he strode to the very first place where he held a pack meeting in his lands, the very place he called out when the forest pack was formed and called to those who wished to come his low howl echoing over the lands. He never forced his members to do anything, he wouldn’t this time as well, those who wished to hear his message and his reasoning for doing so would come running he was certain… But those who did not would hear the end of the meeting call and one that would change the forest today, though not terribly so.

The deep call ended the sun still high in the sky as he waited for those who wished to come to arrive. Soon he heard the paws of wolves the scents of friends and family alike coming towards him and most importantly his son Amoxtli in the mix. Amoxtli had changed much since meeting his future mate, Shiloh, surely together they would make a great pair and rule the forest well in their coming years. He knew they would they complimented one another perfectly and perhaps that was why he felt so good in his decision to choose this time to allow his eldest son to step up and take control of the land that Coza had built with his own four paws. He took a deep breath his normal kind smile on his maw as his gaze traveled across the wolves that had come around him nodding in greeting to those who had greeted him not willing to speak to any one until after he had made his declaration. Finally it seemed those who were interested had arrived and so he began to speak.

”Thank you everyone for coming to my call. This time it shall be the last I gather you like this. Perhaps some of you are being aware of everything that has happened and… going to happen. Diveen has fallen, and some of you are friends from our Sister pack, some of you heard of or was there for the last attack by Tobias and the females whom accompanied him and in this I felt… most guilty. I knowing none blame me, but I was slow to arrive and unable to do what it was I promised you all. Since fighting I was hoping my leg would heal and be like it was but… it appears time was not my friend today. It no longer hurts, but I am slow and thus I am not as fit as I was to protect you all… and perhaps most important to me that many of you will understand is my heart and soul… Moth needs me more than ever, and I is wanting to give her all that time, Just as I had when we first were meeting when we were much younger and be her personal guardian as I should be to her. I am informing you all of this because today I am stepping down… I will still protect you all as you are all friends and family alike, but Amoxtli will now take my place as the Guardian of the forest. He has shown his worth, he has traveled to different lands he has fought off and defended the pack just as I had and he was the first born of all of Taviora. While that last part does not mean he is king his actions and loyalty to the land of his birth does. This is… so long as he wishes to stand as never will I force it upon him… you.”

He stops his gaze had wandered his members for the duration of his speech but now they found his son, stopping on his own mismatched gaze. Perhaps this was sooner than Amoxtli would have liked, than anyone would have liked. Everyone knew it was to be him. Coza never treated his children as royalty or groomed them to be leader and protector as many other packs did their children he had chosen his path to become what he was today and would be should he accept it. Coza waited his face holding no smile at the moment looking at his son uncharacteristically seriously. Not because he wanted to force him to say yes but because he wanted to be certain his son would choose what Coza thought he was ready to do but perhaps he might not think he was. Now he just waited for his son’s word and see if he was indeed ready to be the new Guardian.