It fills you with determination

It had been a quiet and lonely existence eking out a living on his own, the latter especially. Soren had done his best to keep the nagging desire to see his brother from affecting him. But in the end he had always been weak, had always wanted to believe the best of his sibling even in the end, even when he had totally abandoned the whole concept of family.

It was the only way he could continue to explain why his paws brought him here, why he found himself back on the edge of the pack lands claimed by the pack Kismet had last been with. (At least as far as Soren knew.) But it was wrong. The scents were different, off. Had his brother disappeared once more?

He had to know, maybe this would be the final push to allow him to truly abandon the naïve concept of family he clung too, just as they had all abandoned him. Shifting nervously from paw to paw he finally tipped his head back to call for a wolf, any wolf who could explain what had changed.