Kismet spent only enough time in the lands of Glaciem to make it look like he actually lived there. He'd spent a fair amount of time outside of them as of late though the ventures were certainly nothing that the boy would take back, not after seeing Warja once more. It did mean however that he needed to spend a little more time in his so called home to make it look like he wasn't trying to escape this horrid place.
He was barely here even when he was present though. So far he had not attended a single meeting or lesson that he had supposedly been required to attend. He had no idea what rank he was meant to hold within the pack to know whether he'd lose it or not and certainly didn't have the care to progress through the hierarchy. Whether it was his titled rank or not, Kismet felt like a prisoner he held no loyalty or pride in saying he was currently part of Glaciem and would only be glad to be rid of the place and back home in Valhalla. Though his mother currently was absent from the pack, at least he had real family there and actually wished to be with them.
Soren had been boycotting the meetings as well, though Kismet wasn't sure it was so much out of rebellion as the single-minded focus he had on that ridiculous den project. He hoped the pair of them would be out of here long before his brother ever deemed the place perfect though he had already been here far longer than he had previously hoped and it seemed there was no slowing Soren in his mission. Kismet had at least given up on that task after being banned from any further contribution physically or verbally and had located his own den close Soren's.
Sleeping alone had been a little odd for the first few nights, though he had grown at such a rate and that alone had proven further annoyance for his brother. He was most disappointed at how much time it meant he spent alone in total. Like now for instance, Soren was busy making further adjustments, and Kismet suspected although it certainly wasn't necessary, that his brother would move onto fixing his den or a second once he had finally finished with the first. The boredom and worry kept Soren digging, but it simply kept Kismet wandering. He was restrained to the lands for a while, though he'd lost count now how many times he'd circled the borders in the past few days, hoping for something to do, and a guilty part of him longed to see some sign of Warja or another familiar face lurking nearby. So far he was still completely out of luck.
