His life and Dexter’s had apparently gone in two different directions. While Dexter’s had become exciting and putting him at his prime, Amoxtli’s had become slower, but more full of knowledge, more like an elder, he certainly was out of his prime now with his seizures. He still trained, still worked on what he could, but if it came down to a fight he was a coin flip on whether or not he would break down. Even now he wondered if he would seizure, while they grew further between episodes from when he first had them they were still too common for his comfort. It was something he wanted to explain and tell Dexter, all the changes, everything that had happened to Taviora, their family, just everything. There was so much to tell him so much to catch him up on! Of course Amoxtli wasn’t as naive to think that Dexter was just like him. He was his own wolf after all, with his own goals, never could Amoxtli stop him, even if he didn’t know exactly what they were. He wished maybe he could be let in more by his brother, in comparison Amo was an open book of emotions and stories. Perhaps not the safest way to be, perhaps how his leadership ended how it did, but he wished he knew more about him.

Trade stories he supposed. But he wasn’t sure how to get Dexter to relax. Close as Amoxtli felt they were, there was a lot he didn’t know about his brother. It didn’t mean Amoxtli didn’t love him, now he guessed more than ever he could take the time to get to know his brother, he had no other real responsibilities, not anymore at least, perhaps now was the time to make up for all that lost time. However as they embraced it felt like time hadn’t changed him at all. No scars on his brothers form, all his limbs and odds and ends seemed to be present, it seemed wherever he had gone it had treated him well.

He listened to his brother, but Amoxtli being as calm and straight forward as he was didn’t notice the small nuances in his brother’s choice of words. He was just happy he was back, a little older, a little wiser and seemingly excited about his adventures outside of Moladion. ”Well I for one want to hear about these places, since it seems I am rooted here as strongly as the trees.” He chuckled. If he wanted he was sure he could go wander the world, but he was happy here, content with his life with his children and the forest he still protected. His tail waved though happy to hear he had such a good time. The excitement was there, Amo didn’t miss that at the very least, but there was a lot to catch up on even though it didn’t feel like it had been that many years since his brother had chose to wander.

”Do you want to see father? He’s still here. I am sure he will be overjoyed to see you. Things have been a bit rough for our family lately, it would be very uplifting to see you are safe. Oh and Zeltzin too. She needs a smile. Once she’s back.” He didn’t want to sour his homecoming so soon, but it was hard to hide. He would probably find out anyway at some point better to know ahead what he would be diving into rather than leave him in the dark. But he would let Dexter choose if he wanted to hear more about what was going on at the moment. After all there was much good to talk about too, though just as much bad seemed to tag along with every bit of good. After all soon after Dexter had left was when he had been poisoned, but Dexter had at least been there for the good of seeing his nephews be born as well as Amoxtli’s victory over the beast Mars… It probably wasn’t but a month or two after he wandered that the poisoning happened, all that was still a mystery, one Amoxtli accepted would probably stay that way. ”A lot changes in three years.” He said, though not sadly. He was still positive, or trying to be, despite everything going on.