Even deep within his own world of digging and working on the den, there was certainly no way that Soren could ignore his brother's call. Kismet would have gone further inside to speak, though his brother emerged and he hoped for a moment that it had been that easy to persuade him to stop. ?How do you know that?? Sadly he was to be mistaken, Soren being a rather doubtful. ?We thought we wouldn?t be leaving the island once we were there. You can?t be certain.?
Well his brother did have a point there, Kismet hadn't expected to suddenly be taken from his home, family or pack and yet here they were. That being said wolves in Valhalla certainly had to be missing them and would soon come in search for them, he hoped so anyway. They were getting bigger now, Kismet especially, he'd been the biggest from birth had continued growing at a quick rate to ensure he held onto that title. Perhaps they would be able to break out on their own and make their way back to their pack; they were not tiny pups anymore and as they were demonstrating here were certainly gaining independence now. Whatever the method of escape, Kismet simply knew he couldn't call Glaciem home, he had to get out of here.
"We didn't want to leave Valhalla and we did, so if we want to leave here then we'll definitely find a way." He responded, his determination showing in his voice. "You spending all your time messing around in the dirt isn't going to help us so just leave the den alone. It's got plenty of space for us both now, it'll do. Once we've gone someone else will only come and claim your hard work as their own anyway, is it really worth all this effort just for you to give some Glaciem git a nice den?"
