If it hadn't been evident that Taviora was where I was meant to be before, it sure was now. I'd found the beauty of the forest enrapturing from the first moment Namira had led me beneath its canopy. But now...now I felt absolutely anchored to this land in a way that was inexplicable and irreversible. Even before I had met Leafshadow and experienced this strange and intoxicating phenomenon called 'imprinting' I had made up my mind that I would make this place my home. Of the small collection of pack wolves I'd met I found myself very fond of each and every one of them. The overall atmosphere in the forest was inescapably pleasant as well, and it seemed as though prey was abundant throughout. There was nothing about this pack that I could find to sway my decision, and so I had stayed.

Now, as I moved through the woodlands in hopes that I might meet another of my pack mates, a song echoed through the trees to summon the pack. I had not yet met this Cosca...Cozkatal...well, Coza, that was my friend Amoxtli's father and the alpha of the pack. Though I'd really never heard him referred to as that, more commonly as the protector or even chief of the forest. It was an interesting quirk about this place that I had yet to work out, but maybe today I would learn more about it as I began to lope through the trees towards the central meadow where the call had come from. I hoped that I would get the chance to meet more of the pack as well, perhaps a mentor that could take me under their wing and teach me more about the trade of healing.

Jogging into the expansive meadow, my eyes were immediately drawn to the largest wolf present. He was a creamy white color, lighter even than the cream that washed over Amoxtli's jaw and throat. Over his head and sweeping down his back to his tail was a dark brown, and I noticed too the scars that littered his form here and there. It would seem that he truly was the protector of the forests. I nodded my grey head deeply in respect to him, before my green eyes turned to land upon the forms of - lo and behold - my first two friends in this land! My tail swished back and forth, eyes lighting up as I moved to sit on the far side of Namira, though I leaned forward to offer Amoxtli a smile. As other wolves began to join the gathering, my eyes were ever searching, hoping to land upon the golden brown and russet form of Leafshadow. Would she come sit beside me if she came? Why did I feel so nervous that she might not come at all?

My attention was taken, however, when the leader of the pack began to speak. Ears cupped forward, green eyes trained upon him as he spoke of things that I perhaps did not fully understand - I'd not heard word of this attack that had taken place, though I did know about the challenge he'd fended off just before I'd first come to Taviora. He went on to speak of his heart and soul, Moth, and my tail twitched behind me. Heart and soul, did that mean they were imprints, like Leafshadow and I? I was still slightly unsure what this bond that connected me to her meant for our future, and mention of such a thing stirred butterflies in my belly. He came to his conclusion then and my eyes grew slightly wider and my tail began to wave back and forth across the ground. Amoxtli as the new guardian of the forest! My gaze turned towards my friend, curious of his response.

I nodded at his words, though Namira was the first to chime in her opinion in the chipper attitude I knew her for. Once more my head nodded, and I glanced around wondering if it was permissible for me to speak now. After all I was one of the newest members of the pack, a mere healer to be (if my training went well). But everyone seemed open and welcoming to the free speech of each member, and I was reminded again that there was a reason I had decided to stay here. My flat green gaze turned back to Amoxtli then. "I know I'm only new here 'n' all, but I reckon you'd make a mighty fine Guardian for this here pack," I said, adding 'guardian' to the list in my mind of ways that the alpha wolf here was referred to. My tail twitched behind me, hoping that Amoxtli shared in the happiness that those around him surely felt at the prospect of his impending leadership.