Isolation would be the death of him for sure. Things in Isokan were so quiet that it scared him and slightly made him angry. There wasn't much he could do about that though, after all he could not force his members of anything right now. It had been a long time but he really wanted to pay Bass a visit. The black tailed beast walked along the crisp autumn land with the thought that somehow his kingdom would fall before it even began. There were threats surrounding them, and no one was taking it seriously, many of them had already vanished without a trace. Irune was so busy, that it left everything on his shoulders ever since Orochi left to join Yfir. He needed something, or someone to clear his head. He needed to go out and recruit well rounded members willing to serve the royal family. Otherwise the gods would smite him for not thinking this all the way through. Isokan would forever be known as a weak pack if he wasn't careful. He stopped at the borders and gave a small gruff, hoping Bass would be nearby to hear his bark. Speech,

He had been too far away to hear the bark, but the breeze carried his scent to him. Ears raised to an alert position, his head tilting slightly. He had not seen Quelt since he left to create his own pack, and he still was saddened by the fact that he had left. Perhaps a good talk with his old friend would to well to raise his own spirits higher. He had no idea that the older man had the exact same idea. Picking up his pace to a trot it wasn't long before he saw Quelt standing on a rise, and he didn't look like himself at all. Bass had to slow to take it all in, the slate blue man was different indeed. Being an alpha had made him stand taller, but his features looked rather sullen. The Azat frowned, closing the gap between them and pressing his nose to the males shoulder. "Hello dear Quelt, it has been too long." He noted, a smile pressed on his lips as he pulled back to search his face. "What troubles you?" He asked, getting straight to business. He could tell that he was in need of a shoulder to lean on, and Bass had promised that he would always be there for him.

The oddly blue sky after the storm was not fitting for his mood he knew that. As Bass came along, his heart tightened slightly. His best friend, his leader, would he be disappointed in him? Quelt had taken his members, and now they weren't even showing their faces within the borders of the pack. Too afraid likely to be the reason, or too shamed of their idiot king. His black tail curled around his side for a moment as he bit into his own lip. "I fear that I'm not doing the best job I could be doing as an alpha and King." he whispered mildly. "I nearly lost Irune during the storm, and now they barely show their faces. In the next meeting I'll have to remove those who I haven't seen in months from the pack. Is it because I'm not a strong alpha? Is it because they don't think I can lead them. Arcanum threatens our existence and yet if they were to attack us now we would not survive. I'm scared, and the gods probably look down on me as a fool." Quelt moved slightly with a sigh. These wolves were his family, but they were so quiet and how did they look at him honestly? His bi-colored orbs looked at his friend for some sort of help unless Quelt was just a failure. Speech,