((For Kismet, though Warja is more than welcome to pop in and meet Kismet's buzz-kill brother.))

Soren had to leave, he needed to fully take himself away from it all, he could no longer stand the idea of sticking around in the hopes someone would chose to hold on and be disappointed once more when they decided he was better left in the dust. He would become a hermit, would shun the contact of others if only to spare himself the inevitable heart ache, to stop the pain of watching them walk away… yet again. Still… He refused to simply disappear, he had to prove a point at least he would not wander off without a trace. Without at least telling someone where he had gone, and despite it all Kismet still seemed the only one worth sharing that information with, everyone else hadn’t taken a second look back and for all that his brother did at least he had known that somewhere in Kismet’s mind Soren still existed…  Little else could be said of his other siblings, Sarka had fled to the comfort of a relative stranger after their mother’s inevitable disappearance and the rest had all chosen to put faith in Sarak. No clearly to them he was of little consequence. So it was with these thoughts in mind Soren would track down his brother. Which proved to be quite the feat by itself. Several days of wandering had finally led him to a pack, one he had not heard much word of and yet… yes he could just make out the scent of his brother mixed among the unknown scents of the rest of the pack. With a sigh the boy hesitated, staring out across the border, suddenly wondering if simply fading into obscurity was not the better way to go, he could live out his life alone and never darken anyone’s door step ever again… But he was here wasn’t he? With a shrug the boy tossed his head back, a howl pulling from his lips, a call for his brother.  "Speech"

Though he had a new home here in Secretua he of course still thought of his family often. Those little siblings of his would be older by now, would be a year old by now. The thought that would take over his mind more so however was where were they? Had Sarak remained loyal to them this time, where they still safely in his care or had they made that same move he once had and found a life of their own? Soren however would of course enter his mind as well though, his brother had never really coped with any changes too well so where had he hidden away to, was he alright? What he didn't expect was to hear his brother's voice now ringing across the lands. He'd left in a hurry, annoyed with Sarak after discovering he had been absent from his children's lives for so long. The way he swooped in now to play father sickened him if he was entirely honest it reminded him of Isardis. The rush and disgust meant that he had forgotten to divulge exactly where he had headed even sparing the knowledge from Soren. He had felt bad for it, though not wanting to leave Secretua again or even knowing where he would find Soren there was no way of changing this fact all he could do was feel bad. Until now. Somehow Soren had been the one to find him. His isolated brother had braved the borders of a pack and managed to find him. He was stunned though Kismet would rush to the borders now to find his brother, still hardly able to believe it was all true. When he arrived at the edges of the lands though, sure enough there was Soren. "Soren" He greeted, a soft smile gracing the russet marked man's features. "You found me, what are you doing here?"

Nosiness compelled her. Hearing the howl for Kismet, Warja's curiosity had been quipped. She knew he had family, but she'd never met them, at least not since she was small. Her memories of her time as a Valhallan were vague at best. Following the sound curiously, the young medic was soon on the trail of Kismet, who had begun to make his way to the border as well. She followed him in just out of sight, her much shorter legs and unhurried pace keeping her from catching up. She was dying to meet this caller of his. Was it a brother? A cousin (he had oodles of those)? Or maybe a lover, since he never seemed interested in girls? Warja was eager to find out. She arrived just in time to catch Kismet's query and was quick to butt in, hoping to speak before the strange boy. "Standing dangerous close to trespassing, that's what." To show she was only joking, Warja smiled at the stranger. Soren, huh? So this was his cowardly brother. "I've heard a lot about you, Soren." Would this meeting embarrass Kismet as his meeting her family had? She hoped so. "Where are my manners? I'm Warja, Kismet's friend." Speaking - - "Thinking"