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. Speech,

Sometimes it felt like everything was crumbling under her paws. Sometimes it felt like it didn't matter what she did, sometimes things were just going to fall through. But, in this moment, she felt good. Right even. For this brief moment in time she was on top of the world. Flying high. Her first children were growing in her stomach, her and Vereux were doing well, Amalia had returned, the pack was as active as could be expected with their numbers. She was taking a lap around the edge of her territory, not so much a patrol than admiring the territory she lived in and grew up in. The pine trees towered over her and as she padded along the edge of the forest she peered to her left and saw the marble wash stretched out beside her. Everything was covered in snow, but it was the most beautiful thing she thought she had ever seen, except maybe for Amalia's eyes or Vereux's smile. But those things were beautiful in their own special way. She spotted a gray, marked form and she squinted, realizing it was Quelt. She smiled, stopping in her tracks and letting out a friendly bark to her fellow alpha. Speech Thought

The male would raise his sulken head when he spotted the queen of Bevroren. The daughter of Isardis the same as his mate Irune. Which in a way just made her his sister in law. The scent of new young clung to her pelt, which made his ears flick. He wanted to start a family with Irune as well, but she was so fragile at the moment he knew he didn't want to break her. Though it also felt like the rest of them were breaking apart. Isokan wasn't doing well, but deep inside he wanted to refuse to others that, that was the truth. He offered a small smile to the girl he knew little about, trudging forward a little to meet her. His large body taller than her by at least four inches. Hell Quelt had met her father before, he was taller than the albino man himself. Yet he would never see himself as magnificent as the follower of Zakuro's paw prints. "It's a nice evening to be seeing you Athena." he faked a smile through his teeth. It seemed all too well a habit now. It wasn't like he had been caught yet, besides by Sheikra his sister. Speech,