Itzel was his little rainbow. Named after him, or so he thought, even if it was a coincidence that the two names coincided, he couldn’t help but have a fondness for her. It was only aided further by the fact she was a seer, and immensely interested in the gods of his old land. Coza had been a special child by his family’s standards. His gem like eyes, and unique marking they knew he would be a great warrior. His past was not one he was exactly proud of. He wished he would had stood up for what he believed in. Then again, doing such things very likely would have got him killed or put into slave labor or something similar himself. If he had not met the outsider, learned of other lands, other ways, he likely never would have left and would have lived a life far less peaceful and much more turmoil. Wolves didn’t live to be his age where he was from… the ones that did were very well respected but most wolves died before reaching age ten even. Wolves that lived past that were considered special, and elders. Strange now that he was here, the ripe age of twenty, and while he was in a bit of pain, had trouble getting around and even his hearing was taking a bit of a dive, he thought he was still doing well.

Itzel couldn’t hear, but she didn’t need to, she was so clever, catching on to the movements of his lips and somehow understanding what he was saying based on that. Surely it had to do with the diligence of her mother. SHe was mute and still she managed to communicate and teach her daughter, Coza commended her hard work and Itzel’s own intelligence. The girl wriggled burying herself into him and falling over in a way that showed her innocence and youth yet her questions and choice of words betrayed her actions shortly after. The old aztec smiled warmly at her, his dusty brown tail waving while his scarred visage fell into a more pensive look pondering which of her topics was best to be addressed. His past, after all, was a bloody, not so good one. The gods or her dreams would be better for her age.

”What would is it you like to hear of about the gods? Or what dreams have you been having? As a Seer you could do many things, see many things. Starfall, Zelda’s Elder is also Seer, perhaps someday you should be talking to him too. In past Starfall predicted births of you Father and aunt and uncle, he was my Dreamwalker, served to give me advice given to him by the gods, he now does for Zelda too. He is also the one teaching me to speak better. He knows some nahuatl as well, I teaching him while he teach me English, though I never did do it perfect.” It was perhaps not exactly what she was wanting, but it was something since Starfall’s return and settling in he hadn’t exactly mentioned to her seeing he was with that Arace wolfess. He had worries, but it seemed she was bad now.

”I can be telling you whatever it is you are wanting to hear, but you give broad subjects, more… narrow. My past before Moladion is for… another time though. When you is being older.” He informed her, giving her a gentle lick upon her golden flecked brow. ”Now, more narrow then.” He says again settling in cause he knows whatever it is she asks of him it will be a long conversation indeed.