Amoxtli knew his brother only wanted what was best for him, wanted him to get his just vengeance, but it had been so long and it was very hard to continue to hold a grudge against something you didn’t know or didn’t have a face. He was poisoned, the most he could do is now eye his kills warily before eating them. For the longest time if prey, even if he dealt a fatal blow got away and out of his site he would abandon it. It was a rough time, but eventually he slowly got over even that hesitance. He just looked before he bit. Something perhaps he should have been doing all his life, but it was too late now. His sons started with a father that was a reagle guardian who turned to a helpless shaking pile of flesh in a day. It was them he mourned more for. Not their loss of potentially ruling Taviora but the loss of a fun, energetic father, their innocence in a way. Especially since back then they were so young and lost out on so much because of this. If anything upset him it was taking away that time that would make them happy, that he was supposed to enjoy as a father.

”Certainly.” He replied softly. He didn’t think there was anything Dexter could do, but he was more intelligent than Amoxtli was. Amoxtli of the three siblings, was probably the weakest mentally. He wasn’t as clever as either Dexter or Zeltzin, but perhaps the strongest if nothing else. Well, was the strongest. It didn’t matter anymore anyway. The old densite by the stream was coming into view and soon Amoxtli’s part of the conversation ended leaving him to sit and simply watch as his father clung to his long lost son.

Coza’s tail was waving wildly all the while while hugging his smaller-sized son. He had no idea where he went or why but he was just happy to see his youngest son home and safe. That meant the world to him, more perhaps than Dexter could ever know or understand. Seeing him safe brought a peace to his heart like no other. "I is so much relieved… You been gone so long, thought something happened. You are looking very good, very healthy. It means so much to me to know you are safe.” He said in his usual not so good english, but he was still happy regardless to see him to touch and hold him. No matter how old his children got they were still his children and Coza would want to protect them like nothing else in the world, no matter how old he got even he would try to keep them all safe.

Coza’s fire opal gaze set to Asriel then, pulling back as Dexter moved away from him and moved towards his grandson. He smiled knowing that it was the first time Dexter got to see any of his nieces or nephews for a long time. Zeltzin would be happy if her youngest sons got to know him, he knew once she came back from Glorall that she would be happy to see her brother too.

Asriel though was not quite as sure how happy he was. His ears were pressed a bit shyly against his head. He wasn’t in the mood exactly to see strangers. His sister was dead, and everyone was just trying to be happy. There was no happiness, not for him. He wanted Shem… he wanted his mom, at least they seemed to understand. Asriel though wasn’t about to be hateful though, especially not to someone that apparently was family he just… wasn’t excited as his grandfather clearly had been, or happy.

”Asriel.” He says quietly his fiery copper eyes that nearly mirrored his father’s landing on Dexter for a moment. Perhaps he would recognize them as Eden’s or “Castor” as perhaps Dexter knew him better, perhaps not. They also resembled the fire in Coza’s eyes, but the dusty grey on his pelt was also his father’s, not that Asriel had any idea of his uncle’s and his father’s history. Asriel’s eyes stared at Dexter and while perhaps no one else saw it he thought he did. There was something there that his father had, that his uncle Amoxtli, mother and grandfather all lacked. They had this thing about their eyes being bright and shining, about how they were relaxed as they looked at everything. His eyes were different it was hard to explain but they were like his father’s. He wanted to ask about it but he couldn’t bring himself too. The question sitting on his tongue for a moment before deciding it was very likely ‘inappropriate’ by his parents. If this was his other uncle then surely he never hurt anyone either. Asriel though he wanted to see someone hurt, he knew it was wrong but he wanted someone to pay with their life for taking his sister away. It made him bad, he knew it did. It made him wrong.

”So… you are my uncle?” Asriel asked trying to be polite, looking to his grandfather for a bit of guidance in this. He was trying to be ‘good’ but right now it was so difficult.