It was a strange feeling that caused the large alpha to leave his den. Uneasiness. Something felt wrong in his lands and he wasn’t sure what it was. His ears twitching lightly the brute untangled himself from his slumbering mate and two young sons who slept a curled mess of brown and gold at her belly. He had been careful to keep them asleep as he moved from the den and began his search over the lands. In his short time with his children he had learned… a lot. And the first thing was being a father was probably one of the most difficult tasks he had ever taken hold of, only made more difficult by having boys that were near identical. Sleeping the looked exactly the same, he had given them names at birth and do what they may they still weren’t sure which was which until they had opened their eyes several weeks later revealing their singular difference in looks. Their eyes, they had been mismatched like his own, one with the right blue, one with the left blue and bright green for the other on each. It wasn’t much of a difference and even with that subtle difference sometimes it was still hard.

Tepiltzin was far more difficult and the trouble maker of the two, sometimes he would even purposefully pretend to be his much calmer, more mild mannered sibling Tezcacotl. Tepi certainly took more after Shiloh’s side, while Teza more after Amoxtli’s own. At least they were somewhat balanced even if they looked like little chocolate colored clones of Coszcotl with gold on them. Really though being a father had instilled a more protective instinct than ever upon him, with them he felt he could do anything. Right now though he had to figure out what was amiss and soon the soft scent of Diveen on children caused him to make a near beeline towards it.

Amoxtli spotted the smaller male from a distance, his form lined by the light of the moon and two pale small children curled together. Confusion set upon the Amoxtli’s scarred face, but it didn’t stop him from quietly moving forward as to not disturb the two resting children around his Sage’s paws.

”I see you have company tonight.” Amoxtli speaks softly as he comes into the clearing. He could see the somber look upon the tawny male’s face though he didn’t want to ask about it, not yet at least. Perhaps it was not his place, but looking at the color and markings of the children Amoxtli thought that maybe these children were Fritjof’s own, maybe they weren’t. Either way Amoxtli hoped he could talk with his Sage and maybe help him out. Father to father, it wasn’t like he had many friends that were fathers he could talk to either.