It was taking some getting used too. Cenmatl had been wandering the lands, trying to get used to how the moist ground felt under his black paws, how water was something to be slightly concerned over if you weren’t paying proper attention. There was beautiful sides too. The flowers that bloomed here were so unique, never had he seen anything like them in Taviora, but there was so much he had to get used too here in Iromar. Not having his family was probably the biggest thing. While they were not blood they were the only family he knew… well remembered. He was worried at some point he would lose his memory again. He already done so once in his life. He was plenty old enough that he should remember where he was from, his birth family’s names and faces… but they were blurs… all of them. He couldn’t even say for sure he was from around Moladion. His grandfather named him after his ‘grandmother’ but there was no promises that she was even related. He said he looked like her, had the same color eyes, but he was just black furred and had weird green eyes. He hadn’t seen anyone else with these weird eyes… It was fairly unique to him as far as he could tell. Surely someone had these eyes, or knew who did. Maybe this was some weird way of restarting.

He still felt weird being here, but it wasn’t wrong. Being with Pine was important to him, he knew that the moment that she came to him in the freelands, then again when she came to Taviora for help. She needed him, somehow, but he wasn’t sure how it was he could help her. He never did anything of note for Taviora. He could hunt he guessed, but his body wasn’t exactly built to be some burly protector or fighter or something. Much to his dismay. The idea of her petite form going into battle made his heart race, but he knew she was ferocious enough to kill Aranck where he stood if nothing else… something he didn’t quite have in him. He was far more… calm? Logical? Very much the peace monger his grandfather had raised him to be at the very least.

He was just the ragtag child of the aztecs, and empty slate not sure what to think of the world but whatever Coza imparted to him. He was an Guardian wolf far as he was concerned, but he wasn’t built like one was the problem. He was also the first to leave his home and join another pack since his aunt Zeltzin had to live with her mate. It made him feel more strange, more the weird child of the family. Of course Zeltzin took in all manner of children she found and needed her, for the longest time, at least before Shem, Asriel and Moteuh had been born she had more adoptive children than blood. Perhaps it spoke to his family’s character, and his own. He knew he would adopt a child, just as he was adopted, if they needed him. Still it was perhaps besides the point here and now… Right now he knew he needed find a way to help keep Pine safe that didn’t involve skills he physically didn’t have.

He was thinking about this and tons of other things when he heard the soft steps of his soul come out towards him. He wasn’t sure if she had been looking for him or not. Last they spoke when he joined she had said that they needed to have a talk. He had wondered if it was time for that talk to happen now. Perhaps she didn’t appreciate him following her around? He wasn’t sure what it was… but he didn’t exactly want to leave. ”Hello Pine, you doing okay?” The male asked in his slightly higher toned voice. He didn’t ask her if being queen was stressful, he was sure it was, though she seemed to be handling a lot better so far than Zelda. Perhaps she was simply a natural. Those happened after all. He moved towards her, reaching his head out to touch her before withdrawing slightly. Part of him didn’t feel worthy of her affection. The other part, the part that he knew his being craved of course did. They had shared his den for months, it was hard not to want to be close, but never had he imposed himself upon her or wished to touch and be affectionate as much as he wanted too. He just wasn’t sure if she saw or even wanted him in such a manner. He wasn’t really sure what else to ask her. Just if she was okay was good enough for him at the time, but he put where this would go into her paws. He wasn’t sure what plans she had for him, if any, not yet at least.