It fills you with determination

Soren almost immediately picked up on the shift in her demeanor and he breathed an internal sigh and visibly deflated. He nodded almost numbly as she explained that the pack Kismet had most likely been in had been gone nearly two years. Where had his brother gone? It stung him to know that Kismet had left and hadn’t bothered to seek him out for a certainty. He would have been tempted to ask if she had any idea what had happened to the pack when she dashed those hopes before he could begin forming the sentence.

The woman asked his name and it took a moment to snap him back to reality. “Uh Soren- Soren Adravendi.” The last name was more habit than necessity at this point. “My Brother was- is Kismet Adravendi.” Soren paused for a moment unsure what to do now before remembering his manners. “Uh thanks Miss.” He retreated a few steps but didn’t leave quite yet, he had to plan his next move but he didn’t want it to seem like he was lurking too close to an unknown pack.

A part of him wanted more than anything to just disappear again, clearly no one cared if he did right?