He could understand how it might be awkward, but Coza was a loving wolf and certainly didn’t have a lick of self consciousness when it came to family. Navi was his granddaughter, she was family that was all there was too that. Know her or not fully she was his blood and he would immediately die for her if need be. Perhaps an extreme, but the old cream and dusty brown brute had always been a wolf of immense good and kindness. Probably too much so. It passed to his children too, and many of his grandchildren as well. Suomi always had that fire, so he expected she had passed that on to her child. Still he couldn’t stop himself from what was to come. The stories he could only imagine she had been told about him were probably filled with annoyance at his overbearing attention he gave to his family, attachment to his children and strange protectiveness over almost anything with a pulse. Overly pacifist probably still was an understatement for the elderly wolf now.

Coza didn’t know that in all Navi’s imaginations of coming to Taviora her mother had been part of it. To help ease her way in, but this was all she had now was the cuddly old man who was having a hard time controlling his urges to be snuggle his grandchild and make her feel warm and loved. HIs first instinct, probably not the best, but he really couldn’t help it. They might have been perfect strangers in some ways, but in others, to Coza, family was family and that was the end of it.

He didn’t really know she was trying to push against him. He was still pretty strong after all, but her resistance was more seen as him weakening in his old age. She got pressed against him though, though he didn’t keep her for long allowing her to be released knowing that her mother wasn’t exactly one for prolonged touching or cuddling either, though if she moved away that was up to her at this point. Though his words and her reply caused him to further wilt at the idea of what was going on, and what had happened. His ears tipped down at her reply the silence that fell between them heavy… understood.

His hushed reply he hoped would take the weight off her shoulders a little, not forcing her to make a reply. Though his fire opal eyes set upon her watching her every movement and expression to see if she would betray… well anything. If she needed comfort, if he should press the matter further, anything to help her through it. He lost his daughter…. it hurt, but she lost her mother and he wanted to be there for her too. They both had lost someone precious to them, and while strangers they were family.

There were a few more moments of silence after his words she seemed to stiffen a little then she did something he didn’t expect. She nuzzled into him more. He felt his own body deflate at that response. His eyes watering and he did what he could to keep his breathing even. Though unlike her he couldn’t keep them back. He looked down at her his face and eyes burning and it had nothing to do with the cold. They shimmered slightly and tried as he might the escaped him getting stuck and in some cases frozen to the fur around his eyes.

”I’m sorry.” He said to her, to the world around her, her mother, whoever was listening. She was with the gods now he guessed and he knew he would see her someday. ”Is you… wanting to go to my den… Rest?” He murmured though perhaps the strain in his voice was evidence enough at him trying to keep some semblance of control. It wasn’t the first time he had lost someone, but it certainly never got easier… Especially when it was family, it was almost as bad as losing Moth.