He wasn’t trying to judge, or hurt Frijof. In reality he was trying very hard to pick his words carefully and be as kind as he could to the male who had earned his respect and he had called his Sage. Whatever his reasons were, Amoxtli really didn’t care too much either. He was just here for his pack mate and was trying to do his best to help him. He was never good at social situations though. He always had some type of nervous anxiety or fret when talking with others. He was never as good as his father at speaking with others, ironic, since his father didn’t even speak the common tongue as well as Amoxtli could. Perhaps that was what ruined him though. So many phrases and words to get lost in, but he hoped he wouldn’t leave this regretting what he done or said to the new father.

Interesting mix was one word for it. Amoxtli though didn’t mind. He guessed that was what you got when you mixed the confidence of the Angels with the softer more guarding side of the Aztec line his father had slowly created. Shiloh did not act the typical way that most of her family did, but she certainly could and he knew it. She at the very least held the confidence, it was what drew him towards her, not that she really gave him much choice as a pup, but he didn’t regret it now. Amoxtli didn’t speak as he declined his offers but he did smile. He could tell Fritjof was nervous but he was trying his best and Amoxtli could respect that. He wasn’t alone though, Amoxtli was honest in that regard the pack always took care of one another and the pups would not be lost to the spirit realm as their mother had been.

The successful early spring hunts was proof enough the pack could sustain itself. So long as prey didn’t decline Amoxtli knew they all would be fine. Two more pups to feed really wasn’t a lot in the grand scheme of things. However the recent change in leadership posed more concern for Amoxtli now. He knew nothing of this Roman wolf who had stormed into Spraine. He wasn’t in a hurry to be forging any bonds either with him, though he didn’t want to risk any tension between them given the shared border. It reminded him that he needed a Stillwing to gather information and Fritjof to potentially seek out any to ask them of what this new leader was like. Right now though was not the time.

”I suppose I will let you be for the night, Frijtof. Remember if you need any help at all we are just a call away.” He stated to the Sage, dipping his head low to him and offering him a reassuring smile. He gave Fritjof a moment to ask any more questions or say anything more before turning and beginning to make his way back to his own den and children. Fritjof would be fine Amoxtli knew he would. He was a smart wolf after all he would figure it out.