The tick, ticking of hours lonely

*Soren* · (This post was last modified: 12-06-2014, 10:57 PM by Soren.)

He had resigned himself to his fate and had begun work on the new den he and his brother shared. It gave him a task to do, something to focus on, which he sorely needed because when he wasn't working on the den he was thinking, and remembering. Mostly the latter. Kismet had gone out to wait for their mother only to return without her. It hadn't taken long for the stranger to arrive and to lead them away.

Soren preferred not to think about it because it made him question, why had they of all wolves been taken away, where was their mother, why had she not stopped this? So he had set to work, Kismet helping him? that was until he had noticed his brother messing everything up. It seemed to Soren that his brother had no eye for design, no finesse, he was like a bull in a china shop and it was all Soren could do to keep himself under control. So he had banished his brother outside.

He was aware of the approach of Kismet, hearing him coming but giving it little thought. His brother didn't seem to wander as he once had on the island. It was only when the silence was shattered by his brother's voice did the boy stop. He sighed and stretched, working some of the tenseness from his shoulders. "How do you know that?" He asked, moving his reconstruction efforts towards the mouth of the den so that they could converse while he worked, "We thought we wouldn't be leaving the island once we were there. You can't be certain." He wanted nothing more than to believe his brother, he hated this new place, it was much too cold for his liking and wasn't as friendly as he remembered Valhalla being.

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