He didn’t patrol as his heart and soul did, instead he took the time to check to the interior of the lands. He was still getting used to this whole “being alpha” thing, and truly while he wished to help Pine, Cenmatl was much more meant to be a scout, diplomat, or scholar than a fighter. Of course if anyone dare threatened the female that he shared his heart, soul and life with he wouldn’t hesitate to throw himself at whatever came his way. His grandfather did his best to teach him to fight, Cenmatl though never showed a great aptitude for it at least not in the way his grandfather did. He knew how, he was taught by a former leader who had beaten down his share of challengers yet Cenmatl never bested him, or his other cousins. They were simply better, that was that, built for the art of battle and nothing more, regardless what guise he put on, he knew he simply wasn’t meant for it. Whoever his real parents were, perhaps they had been built as he had, but then again his grandfather always told him that he looked and was built much the same as his grandmother Fathom.

He took it in stride though and really just been taking the time lately to learn about the new land he now called home. He knew much of the history of the far past, before even Aithne, from his Grandfather, he knew of the war, the demons, the past rulers name before even they had control but he knew little of Aithne other than what Pine had told him. She seemed great, he wondered how she came to get Iromar but today he wouldn’t have long to muse. A call caught his ears for someone of higher standing and he knew that meant him or Pine. They hadn’t gotten a Beta yet, but in due time he was sure someone would step up to the task. Already wolves were growing and starting to thrive within their home. There was only one mother, but several members were taking it upon themselves to help the children of Aranck find purpose in their home where once they may have had none.

He moved quickly over the lands, using his new found knowledge of the marshlands to get himself to the borders in a timely manner. Soon though he arrived there, but not before his universe did. He slowed himself to a walk. Unsurprisingly the female stood taller than the both of them. They were both rather small wolves though Pine by far smaller than the majority of Moladion. He couldn’t help but notice though at her rounded sides and wonder. He had seen the signs before in his Aunt Zeltzin and many other members of Taviora, her’s weren’t as advanced but she might not have been far along.

”I am Cenmatl, and my very eager partner is Pine, the alpha. Though I do agree with her, you can rest in the flower field, it is much more firm and nicer than the lowland areas of our home.” The black coated male adds, his tail waving out lightly behind him his pupiless, green galaxy like eyes not leaving mostly russet coated female. He could tell by scent alone she was no loner but a wolfess of Asteraia, why Aster would send a pregnant female to deliver messages he had no idea but he was sure it was likely important business.