Since his imprinting on the girl, Eto, things had changed, but also remained the same. He could tell she departed the forest and went on her own somewhere, but she was a loner, so he knew he couldn’t stop her either. He wished for her to stay in the sanctuary that was Taviora, but she was also different, though he still wasn’t exactly sure to how different she actually was. Perhaps he would try to find her towards the end of Spring. Right now the pack needed him, a strong young warrior, to help protect the lands from those that kept entering Taviora uninvited as well keep an eye on Arace, and the other packs who were still at odds with one another. Taviora was once again Allies with all packs, a feat that had not happened since his grandfather’s rule he learned, but it didn’t mean accidents, or things like what happened to his father, wouldn’t happen again.

It was why he had asked Zelda to help her become one of her Champions. She seemed nervous about allowing him and he had tried to explain that he was as strong as their grandfather had been in his younger days. She seemed hesitant still, perhaps because she wanted to protect him, but he didn’t know for sure. Regardless, she had given him this task instead, and Teza was aiming to complete it to the very best of his ability and put all his heart into seeing that his young cousin Citlalli got some of the best attention she could. He wasn’t like his grandfather in that he believed only males should be strong warriors. Tezcacotl didn’t believe that was the case, not as strongly so perhaps. He knew his grandmother Isola was perfectly strong despite being female. She had repelled challengers just as many times as grandfather had after all, and his mother was no pushover either. Right now though he was trying to focus on Citlalli. He had been a bit negligent in getting to know his Uncle Dexter’s children, mostly because he had been so wrapped up in his own training and figuring his own situation out after imprinting upon Eto. He hadn’t told a soul about her yet. About what had happened, he wasn’t sure if it was something he should do.

Shaking his head, the large brown wolf trotted through the forest. His bright blue and green eyes scanned over the lands for the girl whom he figured he should be able to find somewhere in the lands. Zelda had told her he was her teacher, so she shouldn’t have gone too far. Sniffing around he soon found her scent, leading him soon to her location. There was no mistaking some of the family resemblance, even between just the two of them. He didn’t know it, but they shared the golds from Kiska’s blood though he didn’t quite know that relationship tree as well as maybe he should have, but her brown and golden pelt certainly caught his eye through the trees and his tail waved pleased that he had found her on this nice spring day.

”You are Citlalli?” He askes though he says it in Nahuatl, a language only those in his family shared. He wasn’t sure if Dexter taught it, but with the Aztec name he had christened her with it seemed like he would have kept to some of his family’s other’s traditions and teaching.