The rumours were definitely true though Kismet and Soren had been doing their best to avoid any association with the wolves of Glaciem. Kismet was pretty sure he spoke for the pair of them when he said they wished to get out of here, returning home wasn't quite as important to him anymore though now more than ever he wished to be free. Though he had warned Warja not to try anything that could put her in danger, a part of him feared that his dear friend wasn't going to listen. The few wolves he had met weren't quite as bad as he had expected really, though this still wasn't and would never be home, and he and Soren needed to get out, for their own sake and Warja's.
He was now nearly a year of age though early on he had begun to outgrow some of the smaller wolves and certainly would tower over the tiny Eris. Even his own mother would look somewhat small in comparison to him now, and whilst he hadn't taken after her in size his appearance still marked him as Azalea's son. With markings so similar to his mother's although a paler shade those who knew Azalea had two sons wouldn't find it too tricky to guess that he was one of them. There were not many in Glaciem that seemed to acknowledge that fact though, Liberty had picked up upon the link and now, however odd it was, it seemed that someone was calling for he and his brother.
None had really bothered with him before, with Isardis ill his Glaciem born children with that horrible title of 'Blood' would certainly take more priority over his the two prisoners. The fact that he was being called now certainly put him a little on edge and it was only due to the fact that the tone was so soft that he bothered to curiously investigate. Surely one beckoning them forth so gently wouldn't wish them any harm? He could only hope he was right as he made his way through the trees, eventually stepping into view of Eris.
