”Nantli? Tahtli? Icniuhtli?”

The concerned call went through the woods as every few minutes as the boy would pause and look around the towering trees calling out for his immediate family. He had woken up alone, surely not the intent of either of his parents, and it was probably likely his brother had woken up before him and slipped out of the den. Not that Teza knew that right now. He moved slowly over the land, just taking in the forest. He wasn’t’ scared, his dad watched over the forest and his grandpa and uncle too. This forest was one of the safest lands on all Moladion. Least that was what his mother always assured him. The chocolate boy thus didn’t worry in the slightest as he moved around. Like his father and grandfather he wasn’t too good at speaking in English just yet, preferring to stick with Aztec and Latin the two languages thus far his parents had been teaching him along with conversing in English with one another was present as well. He had just picked up on the languages that his parents individually taught him and his brother. Oddly enough, around the pack it would get him around with the heavy mixture of both sides of his family around, though anywhere else, barring Diveen perhaps, he wouldn’t be getting far with his heavily fragmented English.