-Set after Soren finds out Kismet is missing-
Once upon a time he had hid here, the monochromatic wolf had come here as a boy to brood and be allowed to be alone with his thoughts. But Kismet had found him, as the red faced boy always had. At the time Soren had hid his relief at his brother companionship with sharp words and hard looks… now more than anything he wished his brother would once more seek him out… But that was just it wasn’t it? Soren had spent so much of his life pushing his brother away for fear of being abandoned once more that he had caused it.
Kismet had left for places unknown and never once sought him out to let him know. That knowledge stung more than anything else Soren had been burdened with. It hurt than when their mother had fled without a word, it stung more than the months of torture under his father’s imprisonment, it was the deepest wound he could have ever sustained. Kismet had been the only constant, even when they had parted ways Soren had made a point of telling him where he was planning on going…
And now? Now all Soren wanted was to see his brother’s face again. Maybe that’s why he found himself propelled through the fog, gliding through the mist. Hazels scanning for a familiar face and though he’d find it would not be the one he was expecting, nor one he would be able to place right away.
And yet there was no denying the slight tug at his memories the form of the elder wolf brought up. Soren stopped in his tracks, paw lifted mid step. Slowly he lowered the long, graceful limb. Unsure exactly how to proceed; he wasn’t even sure the male had seen him but he also knew the more he moved the more likely it was he would notice him before he could make a hasty retreat.
"Speech"