We've got obsessions

Quelt had never been to sawtooth before not heard of it. Though he knew that bass and his family rules these lands so perhaps this would be a easy trip just like bevroren was. The little streams in the border touched his dark paws as he lifted up his head in a summoning howl for the alpha Orr whoever wanted to talk really. Lowering his head he took deep breaths and kept a serious expression on his maw getting used to these visits by now. He only really hoped that he was not over doing it.

Shifting a little he sat on his haunches and curled his black tail around his hind legs. Perhaps he needed to visit bass again soon, considering it had been a while. Now that quelts dream had become a reality, he needed to fight to protect it. There was always going to be a threat in the world. And as far as he knew there was dark packs lingering in the air. Hopefully the gods would grant him the strength he needed. For he had secret fears, just as any others most likely did.