Life went on as did he, Quelt was moving like a snail though he felt like. In all honesty, living wasn't what he thought it would be. The slate male had already lost two mates and a litter of young. Every day he woke up and looked at himself in the rivers and just thought, what had he done with his life. He feared getting older with no heirs, no heritage to leave behind. His siblings weren't around anymore either, he honestly felt alone. Of course Bass was his best friend, and being back in Abaven brought out the best in Quelt. Yet it just, didn't feel the same. He was so nervous with Limno he couldn't even imagine telling her he liked her. It would only cause her to vanish too.
The male would come across Allen as he called for him, it had been some time since they spoke. In all honesty he never really had gotten to know Allen despite fostering his great nephews and neices. He had run into Renhett, and at least they might have been still been around. "Allen, how are you?" He didn't dare say old friend.
