The rain seemed almost non-stop this year. Or more like it had continued right out of spring and into summer. He had a hard time believing his little girls were already a year old too. They had grown so fast and were both far less troublesome than the boys had been. Well… boy… mostly. Tepiltzin had been a reality check on parenting, any pup after him would be easy. Only made easier by the fact the girls, while they did have the same markings and colors, were not near exact twins as Tepi and Teza had been. Both his girls were so good, but again any child probably would be good compared to Tepi, not that Amo didn’t love his eldest child to bits, but he was happy he was grown and was hearing far less complaints about him than he used too when he was a child.

Today though the old Forest Guardian was moving about the forest, mostly keeping to his own business. He had managed to catch a raccoon in the early morning. It had still been raining up until a while ago, leaving him, and his meal, rather soaked, but clean. He didn’t tend to hunt for large prey on his own after the… incident. Anything that got away, even if it had a fatal injury he usually let slip by too. While he hadn’t had an episode in some time, the mental scars of what had happened were still there. Muted now, but he still felt anxious with those types of things. The fat coon though would make a great meal for Shiloh. Then later he could maybe take the girls out and they can further hone their own hunting abilities. Amoxtli had to admit, since ‘retiring’ and being a full time dad, he had put on a few pounds. All his weight wasn’t lean muscle anymore, and while he still had his natural strength it was pretty prominent a little fat now clung to his bones. But it fit him. He was happy.

HIs banner waved, and his scarred face had a smile on it as he moved through the forest he used to protect. He didn’t envy Zelda, he had been in her position, but it seemed like ever since just before she and Hyrule took charge that everything just went… bad… in Moladion. It wasn’t her fault he knew, but Amoxtli had ruled during some of the most peaceful times and she seemed to have one issue after another. He didn’t think he would have had the mental fortitude, let alone the diplomacy skills to handle half of what she did on her own…

He paused though suddenly, he heard something. Though he wasn’t sure what, his whole form went stiff and his brown tipped ears twisted about. He didn’t smell anything odd or bad, but as rainy as it had been he still couldn’t help but get a little anxious when he heard, but didn’t see anything. ”Herroh?” He said through a mouthful of coon, mismatched eyes peering about and ears alert waiting for someone to reply.