Quelt took some time to relax, with winter coming along he felt the shiver of the seasons come along. He didn't know what to do with himself, and perhaps he should spend more time with Bright moon and the kids. Not should, no he really needed to. After all they needed their father and he couldn't just hide them in the shadows forever. They should know of the world and he so far had only taught Gentle Night anything at all. As his paws stretched the old man stood up, he didn't even think he would make it this far. Perhaps he should find something to study, if he could be of any use then it would be worth something wouldn't it? He could teach young ones basic fighting skills - or just tell stories of some sort. How foolish he'd look though telling some silly stories. Nobody wanted to hear about his life after all. "Talk"

The young boy found himself alone and wandering the pack lands looking for something to do. He was bored with staying back at the den and it seemed his sisters already had things to do so he was left to himself. He had yet to find anything interesting enough to occupy his time. She was also finding that he didn't like this cold and sloppy weather. Trudging through the sloppy mess of terrain the boy wasn't at all quiet about it either. He had wanted to spend time with his family, but it seemed they were all busy, which was okay, but he didn't have any friends so what was left for him to do? Moving towards a nearby stream the boy decided to see what the state the water was in, with this colder weather it had been making the water funky and sometimes completely solid. Maybe there he could find something to become entertained by. When he got to the river he was frustrated to see that the water was normal and left him scratching that off his list of things to do. What else could he get into? What could you do without having someone to help you? It seemed that the cold had chased away most of the bugs so he didn't have them to chase around. Looking around his bi colored eyes searched for something to do. "SPEAK"

The man noticed his son suddenly. A smile crawling on his face as he watched the small fluff ball making his way across Fiori's lands. There was no doubt that he wanted to be a good father, so whenever he saw them he couldn't help but smile. He saw Bright Moon in them and most of all, probably the better parts of himself. As such Quelt was hoping they too would live out interesting lives of their own in his legacy. As he walked up to Blue moon he looked at the boy. "Looking for something to do son?" he asked tilting his head to the side. He would sit down and curl his solid black tail of his across his body. "If you'd like you can hang out with me." Quelt wasn't sure what they would do but they could find something. "Talk"