Every time he thought he was coming to his end, something grabbed him and drug him back again. He didn’t resent it, he wasn’t angry in the slightest, after all how could he be when he now had yet another young grandchild that needed him? He lamented of course, hearing that it was very unlikely that her mother, his daughter had survived. Coza regretted not being able to help her, protect her more, but part of him hoped she was out there still being as stubborn as ever and not refusing to die. He wasn’t certain, but Navi had brought him yet another light to cling too for a little longer, a little more hope though he was coming upon his twentieth year of life, older than anyone known to his old tribe and hope to have ever lived. Granted… most died young and elders were usually of the royal families or shamans that didn’t fight but instead stayed, tucked into the center of their lands and safe from the bloody chaos. He wondered sometimes if any of his family remained, if he had any nieces or nephews from his sisters, maybe even younger siblings, but that was a different life… His old life and while he missed his family he didn’t miss the way he was forced to live.

Still he had a hard time keeping up with Navi, thankfully she was old enough and already independant enough on her own. With the help of his children and grandchildren she was plenty occupied enough to not need him to play with her. He hoped that having such a large and growing family was not overwhelming to his new granddaughter. From what he had learned she lived a life of general solitude with just she and her mother, joining a very busy pack and suddenly having so much family. Well he hoped she would be okay, she seemed more sociable than her mother had been, but time would tell if she would find this life too busy and she would wander as her mother had.

He was distracted from his worries though with the voice of a female. Hard of hearing even he scented her first, unbothered until her light tones touched his dark ears. He didn’t recognize the female, he wasn’t sure why she was here, but his scarred visage held a warm inviting smile all the same as he slowly sat himself up. Spring was almost here, the blizzards were calming and the temperatures rising, he was doing better, but still the cool temperatures set upon his form causing him ache as he rose to properly greet the younger wolfess. He thought maybe he remembered seeing her at the gathering where Yojimbo talked, and as she went on he was certain of it. He didn’t know Zelda had tasked her to learn information of the lands. Telling him of the stories her son favored and the names she spoke were similar to ones in his language.

His curiosity grew at that, though she ended with saying that she wished to hear more of the past, but he was curious of her own origins. ”I is afraid you is knowing my name, but not me yours. Forgive me, I am not as good at remembering things as I was when young.” He says apologetically, dipping his head to her to show his regretfulness in this, but continuing all the same. ”I would be happy to talk of times when I was young. You is wanting to hear about Moladion yes? I not here from the beginning, but close to, I remember lot from then.” He says musing slightly though not all of it was good.

”What is it you is knowing? Where is it you want me to start?” He asks tliting his head in unfaulting broken english, gruff voice worn from time still holding all the kindness the old male ever had from his youth.