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*Quelt* · 10-10-2014, 12:19 PM

The gods never said it would be a piece of cake. Yet it was the most frustrating thing in his life in these very moments. His paws pressed into the hardening snow as he looked across the land. Covered in old scents of the past, specially from the northern kingdom Glaciem that seemed to be long forgotten like the scars on his body. To what avail was he worth though? His kingdom was sure to fall at the rate it was going and there wasn't much he could do. His muscles tightened at the thought, his kingdom didn't need to fall. The generations needed to continue on. Yet when he looked back on it, Valhalla, Glaciem, all those other packs who had done and gone despite being around for such a long time. It frightened him and filled him with rage.
This was their home now. Yet, half of them hid inside their dens, scared and maybe hating him on the inside. They trusted Bass more, which he understood, or half of them were tired of having a weak king in their eyes but too afraid to see an iron fist such as Isardis had run things. Quelt sighed, and relaxed his muscles. There was no use over thinking it, or doing nothing, after the meeting he needed to secure a future. He needed to take care of those who remained.

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