It had been a small noise, but a noise nonetheless. He didn’t know it was his own daughter, not through the stench of his kill’s fur that stifled his nose slightly. One thing there was in the world that melted his heart more than anything else had always been his children. After Teza and Tepi, Amoxtli wasn’t sure that he and Shiloh should or would ever had more, but here they were, and he felt most blessed by the Gods to have them. It seemed a narrow miss though that he had almost had another set of twins, though they were different enough far more so than their older brothers. They were also very much softer in demeanor, much more quiet and less troublesome. That something that squeaked though was recognizable in an instant. The brute moved towards the sound quickly and almost protectively, not really knowing that he was the one that startled his daughter. ”Feyre? What are you doing all the way out here?” He asked after dropping the coon at his paws.

She said that he had scared her though, and instantly he felt bad, his scarred face lowing to her level and his brown tipped ears pulling back. ”I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He said planting a firm lick upon her brow. As if one of his wonderful daughters wasn’t enough, his second one appeared, leaping up and licking at his chin causing him to chuckle as she nipped at the tail of the coon as well. She was very insightful, Tolte was, and much more bold and energetic, much like her mother in that regard. It was so strange how his children seemed to be opposites in personality as well. One always energetic the other always more reserved, he guessed having one of each certainly balanced things out more.

”Think your mom would like it though?” He said rolling the coon slightly under his paw before his eyes moving to the silver feathers matted in her fur. ”Oh did you get that from your grandfather. He used to do that all the time when he was young.” Amoxtli said motioning to the feathers in her fur. ”I can help get them to stay if they fall out soon.” He mentioned smiling at her his own mismatched eyes on her own. So strange that all his children had gotten mismatched eyes like his own, but always took something of their beautiful mother as well. ”We can find some for you too, Toltecatl.” He replied lightly, though the rain was still pouring down over them. He honestly wasn’t sure if his daughter did learn the feathers thing from his father or not. It had been a long time since he had seen his father string any feather into his coat. Perhaps it grew to hard for him, or perhaps like many things he let more of his old traditions that he had back in Nahuatl slip away, after all he had embraced his life, his family, here in Moladion.

Amoxtli had heard some of the tales of the culture of his father’s old home after all, it was nothing of the sort of what they had now in Taviora. He couldn’t picture his father doing any of the things he was forced to do at that age. Still, Amoxtli was grateful he was brave enough to leave it. Afterall, he was born, he had Shiloh, Tezcacotl, Tepiltzin, Feyre and Toltecatl now that he loved dearly. Not to mention his nieces and nephews too. THey had a good life here, and he wanted to make sure his daughters got to have a good life too.