Which brought Quetzalcoatl to her next set of questions, though part of her was unsure if she truly wished to know the truth. “I have met a girl from the pack whose scent you and Tezcacoatl wear, Duskfire Glacier, I believe she called it,” Quetzalcoatl studied Manauia for a moment before continuing, “She claims that she knows no Tezcacoatl but that a male who looks exactly like me calls himself Týrr, do you know why this is?” Quetzalcoatl was trying to keep her royal calm but it was beginning to slip in her desperation for answers, and the despair that her son was not calling himself even “Tezca” despite that it was his favored nickname as a small child. The Serpent King, was he being true to his namesake, choosing cunning like the serpent or was there something else going on here? She didn't know. All she knew was that something didn't feel right.
“She has also told me there is a woman, one that Tezcacoatl is fiercely loyal and fond of. She was not able to tell me more, but you know my son more than she does. Who is this woman?” Quetzalcoatl demanded, unable to help the familiar thought that if it was the fondness that she anticipated (for what else would bind Tezcacoatl's loyalty so fiercely?) then she would have to do something. No one but an amazon woman was acceptable for Tezcacoatl. Once upon a time, Amoxtli and Tezcacoatl had been close, which was namely why the Queen had made her the head of the guard (though not the only reason), hoping to sow the seeds of that relationship, though Quetzalcoatl could see now that it had not been meant to be.