The two apparently had very different lives despite living in the same pack and being family. Or perhaps just very different outlooks. A bit of both was possible, after all, Teza had experienced pain, though not as quiet as deep as the cloudy colored boy before him, but perhaps in some ways it had been more. Teza was a child the day his father had been poisoned. Witnessed such a strong, powerful leader fall because he couldn’t even depend on himself to hunt properly for the longest time. Randomly thrown into fits on the ground as his body seized out of his control. Teza had seen and watched suffering, but even then there was the quiet times when he was cuddling with his father, the quiet of peace that had fallen over the lands during his rule, the feeling of safety, and normalcy. He had been through a lot in his life, they both had, just in different ways. It was always chaotic when his father had an episode, perhaps that was why Teza valued the quiet and didn’t look at it as bad as his cousin had.

Still the mention of the ball brought a soft scoffing sound from Shem. Teza tilted his head somewhat, curious to what was going on in his mind. He could tell they didn’t quite agree with what was said, but what part of it he wasn’t sure. It had been a great feat through, a lot of hard work was put into it, and while Teza didn’t attend personally, he did his part patrolling the pack and making sure wolves weren’t going where they weren’t supposed to be. He didn’t get to ‘enjoy’ it per say, but he was happy to be helpful, and he wasn’t sure he would have liked the huge crowds anyway. He let the lack of comment go on though, there was more on Shem’s mind it seemed.

”But it does at times, doesn’t it? I guess, it was before you were born, but when I was a child and father was the Guardian Moladion was all quiet and very peaceful. It was a good time… It… didn’t start getting bad until he took over Iromar.” Teza said, no doubt knowing Shem knew all too well who he was. ”Still… you are also not wrong either. I’ve never been to the grotto, but you probably know as much as I do our family’s are a bit… protective.” He said with a smirk. He felt it sometimes, felt that Zelda kept him back, that his father kept him back and safe from the world and everything out there. He didn’t want to be safe, he wanted to help. He heard the tales of his grandfather’s past and while Teza didn’t want to hurt anyone, he did want to protect his family which meant sometimes he might have to get hurt doing it.

It was shortly after his words that Shem had taken off, leaping up on a bolder in their path with a nimbleness that Teza could envy if he had a jealous bone in his body. He watched Shem as he turned and faced him, saying to expect the unexpected and Teza could only tilt his head slightly at the odd choice of words and phrase. ”I am thinking that doesn’t make a lot of sense. How am I to expect what I don’t know is coming?” He said sounding slightly confused. Perhaps it was one of those language things sometimes knowing three languages could get him so…. Messed up, but it came to Teza then. ”You know Latin too right? Not just Nahuatl? Oh and I guess obviously the common tongue.” He asked. Teza thought he had heard that Eden, his father knew it, and while there were plenty of other distant relatives around, Teza found he used Latin a lot less than his other two languages, here in taviora at least. It was a topic point if nothing else, but Shem seemed to master it all quite skillfully… then again Tepi had too. It made him feel quite slow at times…