The cry of his granddaughter had him fast on his paws. Even with his bad Coza was running as quickly as he could through the forest, now and then just on the three good legs using the fourth with the bad knee only when he had too. Truly such a call had not happened in so long, the last time a cry such as this echoed across the forest Coza recalled it had been because Tobias had returned once again to harm the wolves in his pack. What this time had caused such a sound. The rush of scents were around him, he could smell many wolves gathering and even though he was no longer the protector of the forest it was his blood who had called for him. Forever this forest was his to help protect, even though his muzzle grew more and more grey with each year and his leg grew more painful, nothing would change the heavily scarred male’s view of his home.

There was no snarls and growls typical of conflict but the many sounds of wolves talking and crunching of paws in snow as he came close. Coza instead saw something that felt much worse. His green flecked eyes quickly ran over the group spotting the downed prey, Hyrule, Astraea, Wraith and Zelda then, his heart stopped in his chest when he saw Amoxtli writhing on the ground. He stood in silent horror for a moment watching as his child twitched and foamed but he heard Wraith’s words. He wanted to ask questions to the healer who had arrived first on the scene ask anyone if they knew what had happened to him. Clearly poisoned but how? Why?

"Niitqu, Zelda.""I’ll carry him, Zelda" He said in the Nahuatl tongue to her stepping forward and slipping his body so that Amoxtli was swung across his back. The feeling of him convulsing on him made him feel worse and with the extra weight his leg only pained him more, but if it meant helping his son he would do anything and go throw anything, for him or any of his children or grandchildren. It was slow going but very much faster than it would have been should the two young girls have tried to move him.

He had known Wraith for a long time, he was always strange but it was Coza who accepted him, and Coza trusted him to do the right thing. He had been in Taviora for a long time and never had Wraith harmed anyone, Coza’s trust in the Iromar wolf was never tested nor had faulted. But his worry he couldn’t help but look at the messy white wolf and speak, ”Amoxtli will live?” It hurt his very being to have to ask such words the large Aztec male simply wanted to break down and it very likely showed on his off graying, pale-tan and dusty brown face. Part of Coza felt responsible, he was the one who passed off the pack to Amoxtli, and right now his only belief was that someone had targeted his son because he was the Alpha. If it were still Coza it would have been him poisoned not his son.

Guilt and regrets bubbled up in the older Aztec male as he walked close to Wraith soon arriving at the river and gently rolling his brown and tan pelted son from his shoulders. He didn’t look any better, he still twitched if not more meekly than before. He looked to Wraith for more instructions, anything. Coza was on the edge of tears as any loving father would be and was hoping for anything good to happen.

"Speaking English."
"Tlahtoa Nahuatl""Speaking Nahuatl"