He talked of being a prisoner and Warja immediately began to scheme. There had to be a way to get them out. If Kismet could get this far than it couldn't be too terribly hard to get them both completely away. It sounded like the brother would be their biggest problem. "Let me help you. We can work something out." She didn't know much about Glaciem, but Kismet did. A little scouting form him could tell them all they needed to know about getting beyond the borders and Warja was a rogue, she knew all kinds of hiding places. The brothers could even stay with her family, although she had no idea how her parents would feel about her bringing not one, but two boys home.
He volunteered more information about Valhalla and Warja squirreled away the new knowledge. If there ever came a day where she wanted to make her own way in the world, she was look there first. The life of a rogue just wasn't for her. Already she knew this. One day she was just going to have to take the plunge. It didn't feel like the right time yet, so for now she would stay with her family.
Across the trees the sun continued its rise, but its beauty went unnoticed by the young wolf. Not long ago she had been awed by it, but now she was concerned with more pressing matters. Seeing Kismet again was wonderful--far better than any sunrise--but learning of his captivity angered her and soured her joy. She was determined to help him.
