If Coza ever did find out what Dexter did there would be something. Even as he watched Zelda unfurl her plans he knew it was not going to end in a way he would like. Aranck had taken the most innocent of lives away though. It said something for the wolf that ruled Iromar that even Coza had a hard time understanding in a way that he could forgive the wolf from taking his grandaughter away from him, his daughter. The pure distraught he watched ripple across his family with the loss was more than he could barely stand. Every time one of them broke down, he was never far behind. He wanted to take their pain, he felt it too, but there was nothing he could do to ease his child’s loss, no matter how he tried it was a pain he couldn’t make better.

Coza knew preaching to his children about beliefs he had told them his whole life was not going to change how they acted now though. Zelda knew killing was wrong, acting purely on revenge was a bad thing that never should be done. He didn’t waver on that thought, not for one second did he think out right vengeance was right and he hoped none of his kids thought that it was. Someone had to end the cycle after all. Perhaps that was a bad way to think, but he didn’t want his kids or grandkids running blind into doing something they would regret too.

His son’s choice of words were strange, he didn’t know if he really understood but it was mostly because it was how he used Darkness and Light. He thought he did though and he smiled. ”That would being the best world. I wish that Moladion be forever in peaceful times.” The peaceful times were what made them blind. Moladion had been in peace for a long time before he suddenly got poisoned it was unfair, unexpected and Coza’s little family had no idea how to react to such an action against their home, their guardian. But peace was still the best way…

He didn’t put it together that Dexter WORKED to do that though, that he was killing trying to make it be that way. In his own way he was still true to the blood that coursed through him. That of the Aztec that Coza wanted to be, not his brutal birth home. But perhaps that too played its own part. However the topic changed, Coza realized Dexter hadn’t been home long enough to know the new rulers, the new problems that were going around Moladion.

”Yes, Aranck, is being the alpha of Iromar now. He is one that killed Moteuh, Zeltzin’s daughter…. I do not understand why. No one does. Taviora done nothing to Aranck, but he kill her and try and hurt Tepiltzin too. That was how we found out Tepi got away. He told and now Zelda working very hard to deal with him in peaceful ways. She is taking his sons to try to bring him to reason that he could have done other things if he thought Moteuh was bad. His sons, seem content to stay here, he has not doing things to get them back. I don’t know how he not care… not worry. I would be so scared if someone ever took you when you were being young and small. Maybe he is knowing we will not hurt them. He believe though that he did right thing. Says we do same but…” Coza seemed to shudder at the thought of ever hurting anyone like that, he simply couldn’t understand at all. ”I am just wishing this can end well.” He says though the defeated tones made it clear there was no way he thought it actually could. Already it was bad, already he felt wrong about how things were going, but he wasn’t even sure what he would do. Forgive Aranck for killing a child? Even if it wasn’t his Coza would have been beside himself to make the wolf see the errors of his ways, but Zelda tried that too.

”I am happy you will be safe.” He moved hugging his son tight. ”Is you wanting to stay with me tonight? You clean up your old den tomorrow? I can help.” He says giving his dusty brown tail a few waves, hopeful yet he would understand if his grown son didn’t want to stay the night with his father.