He wanted to do more, wanted to help more, how though constantly escaped him. He wondered if this was why his grandfather left his homeland, in search of more. He knew his grandfather’s past was far from pleasant but after his brush with the bear Teza had been wanting to do more to protect those that he could. He had caught up with the girl, Inara, her name was, it was nice to know she was okay, safe. Teza though they might even have become friends. At the very least he thought he could find her if they wanted to meet again. Still he wanted to more to do with this everything. His father had taught him how to fight, now he just needed to figure out how best to use it to protect Taviora. For his grandfather that had been protecting his pack, his family, but with his cousin Zelda in charge and telling him that, since he was a child, he couldn’t hunt with the rest of the pack for those beasts.

Of course he understood, he wasn’t mad at her, not at all really, but the urge was there to go. After all his father wasn’t really able to do much anymore and Teza could see how that was slowly crushing him. Even a hunt sometimes could be more risky with his… condition. There was more though, that girl Tepi brought, the one who thought they did something, or thought they would so bad… where did she get that from? What happened to her? He wanted to know more if maybe a wolf of the forest had harmed or or maybe a past wolf of some other land. Perhaps that would be what was next on his todo list… thinking about what she said still made him ill, yet he wanted to know for sure. He wasn’t sure why he just did.

His mind though wasn’t allowed to stray too far onto that topic, brown toes moving the snow and leaf litter around before he heard a very familiar soft call. Teza had grown a lot, now that he was almost four even he stood taller than his father and was even height and weight to his mother. He was thick with muscle, then Tepi was a bit more light on his feet, but still they were the same height and with Tepi’s fluffier fur in winter it could get a bit confusing to tell them apart again. He turned his fresh scars from his meeting with the bear along with his eyes and softer, calmer look probably several tips off to who his mother had found. His bown tail gave a few waves, mismatched eyes landing on her and a smile coming across his maw. He was near the spitting image of his grandfather, minus the colors of his pelt, making him much more like his father minus the gold. Still it was clear as his blue eye and golden markings whose son he was, even if he in nearly every way took more after his father and the aztec side of his family.

”Mother, what are you doing out here?” He asked giving his head a small tilt walking up to her and nuzzling his muzzle into her cheek lovingly. Big as he was, she was still his mother, and he still loved her as any son would.