Taviora seemed more bustling than ever lately. He had heard there were quite a few expecting females this year. Means he, and many of the other members would be busy come spring to take care of them. Coza always had a soft spot for children, even when he was back at his horrible homeland he had always enjoyed the soft innocence of children and loved watching and playing with them. It was one of few things that could get the old wolf to have a bit of pep in his step anymore. His large size caused for some rather painful days this winter. His joints stiffening and he even thought his hearing might be going a touch out of it. Getting old was a slow, painful process, only made worse by the fact no matter how much time passed the empty feeling in his chest from his Moth being gone just never seemed to go away. It felt like a constant sadness at the back of his mind, but all he could do to combat it was simply try to enjoy the time he had left with his family. Of course Coza had yet to hear that he would be a grandfather again, that would bring him the most of joy to know that his youngest child finally would be having children of his own after so long, despite the perhaps situation he was in.

Right now though the old Aztec male simply moved through the forest, his cream form slowly moving around the trees, fire opal eyes scanning the territory for anything out of place or anyone in need of him. Zelda finally seemed to be getting to her paws once more. The pack was growing quickly under her rule and care. He was proud of her, but despite being the old guardian he was hardly nugatory when it came to decision making. Zelda came often to him to talk to him about such things, but he was finding that it was happening less and less so as she learned. Pride swelled up in his chest for his granddaughter. Despite his worries and desires that perhaps she find a new partner, or at least a second wolf who could protect her from any would be challengers, she was doing well. They had chased one of those large beasts from Taviora, and while he wasn’t sure exactly what had occurred regarding Aranck, that situation too had been defused by her hard work, placing a wolfess there that had ties to the forest through his other grandson, Cenmatl.

Word had come to him that he was now ruling next to the little girl that was his imprint. Now two of his grandchildren protected pack lands, something he never would have expected or imagined of his kin. Never had Coza asked to be guardian way back when he was young, never did Zelda, or Cenmatl, or Amoxtli though he chose more so than his two grandchildren. It seemed this thing came to them because the gods felt they were deserving… He was proud despite it all and while he missed his adoptive grandson he knew he would do well in the moorlands with his imprint. Just as Coza had done well here with his.

He continued musing about his family as he took his stroll smile upon his maw. He knew in the stars Moth was watching him, their children and grandchildren and she was just as proud. Coza never asked for this kind of life but he was so happy to have lived it, he just wished he and Moth could have lived more of it together.