Where else would his paws lead when he felt this horrible. Home, the comfort of the forest though nothing really could comfort how the almost pure black brute felt now. He felt about as helpless and pathetic as he had felt when he was smashed into the ground by Kattari, only this was worse. He failed to protect his children, his mate, his pack. Some alpha he was. He felt an inadequate partner for his imprint, perhaps if he were someone stronger, braver and more able bodied than he was he could have ran the intruder and his gang out. He still felt like he should have died trying. Instead he walked body low looking as defeated as he felt.

He was lost for words, for anything. They gathered up their three remaining children and just left Whisper behind, hoping that the strong willed child would survive whatever it was her captor put her through until they got her back. And he would. That wolf would rue the day that he messed with Cenmatl. Aztecs were gentle beasts, kind of heart and yes sometimes easily taken advantage of, but when their fires lit they burned down whatever enemies stood before them until all was right in the world again. All challengers had fallen to his grandfather's, to his uncle's battle poweress when they tried to fight and take what was not rightfully theirs to protect and have. There was one problem though and that was while the blackened brute had the heart of an aztec his blood was that of something else entirely. Whatever that was. He wasn’t as strong and didn’t burn as bright as the real blood, but would try to do whatever he could to change that.

Soon they were at Taviora, though really it felt like ages as they made their walk to the forest. They had stopped now and then, checking on their children, and Cenmatl was hyper observant of the three he had left. So he noticed how Hemlock had hovered soon as the scent of Taviora touched his nose and he seemed to shrink back and stubbornly plant himself not moving forward. Perhaps he still didn’t quite understand what was going on. They just sort of had hurried out and rushed them along with them. He felt horrible for his sons, and his daughter with them. They had always been so calm, at ease as they had done. Their mother free spirited and happy and him the cool calm one that kept them all organised. It probably was shocking. ”Stay here then for now, and don’t move.” He had ordered to his mute son after Pine had gone a little further in, He didn’t exactly like leaving Hemlock there, but after a few minutes of trying it was clear there was no moving himl. His son’s equivocal actions were frustrating to Cenmatl, and he didn’t understand at all, but they needed to meet with Zelda once again, and once again there was no good news to bring her.

Once he made it back to Pine’s side she spoke to him, turning to look at him her body quivering in a way he never seen. He pressed into her, knowing she blamed herself as much as he blamed himself. Where was he through all this? With the remaining three, not doing anything to help. It could have easily been him again. ”I would have done the same, don’t blame yourself. She’s alive, and if he does anything to her I swear I will rally my entire family against him and his so called followers and he will know wrath like no other.” He said his eyes narrowed, his voice rumbling with a growl he bit back best he could. HIs hackles were on end, perhaps he wasn’t much in his right normal mind. After all he had it drilled in his head from his very childhood that peace was the best way, that almost everything could be resolved without violence. Rightnow the normally pacifist wolf though was boiling with the will to rip his daughter’s captor to bits.

”They will help us, don’t worry. We will get them all back.” He swore to her, turning his pupiless, green galaxy gaze to the forest of his family waiting for any of them to come.