Peace Will Come

Tensions were rising with another pack. Or at least quelt thought so, he had to do his best to protect his children and his pack itself. Which was the main reason why he hadn't die so many alliances. With things constantly hanging quelt was doubting himself and for that he really did need to consult the gods. Though upon walking near the caves a white female caught his strange colored eyes. Her scent belonged to sawtooth, the pack he had recently set up an alliance with. He approached with sources of noise so that he wouldn't startle her.

"Strange place to be meetin a sawtooth member up here" he inquired looking aroun what the earthquake had created. He gave a small smile to her, even if she didn't return it he was always like this. "My names quelt walker, how are you this evening" the male asked trying to spark a conversation.