Kismet had been rather reluctant to leave Warja in the end. They had only just reunited had so much to catch up on and yet there were things that they each needed to do that would drive them apart again for a while. At least he had his freedom now though, comfortably they could visit one and other as and when they pleased. At the back of his mind the young Adravendi had always known that he needed to return to Valhalla anyway, spend time with his family and of course thank Erani for finding a way to free he and his brother from Glaciem. That of course was the other problem; Soren. After all they had been through he had just suddenly left his brother with no real reason. Although he wasn't entirely certain what he'd say to them all, they needed an explanation of sorts, especially his brother.
And so, he had made his slow journey back, enjoying the freedom and the fact that he could roam as he pleased with no fear that his straying might get Soren in trouble. At last though he found himself upon the borders of the pack lands, though he had never explored the new lands that Valhalla had claimed, the scent was familiar and welcoming and he knew that he was home. He figured he was still a welcome member of the pack and so didn't pause as he hit the borders although once inside of them suddenly realised he wasn't actually entirely sure where to go.
It may have been home but truthfully he was no suddenly aware of how foreign these lands actually were to him, perhaps it would have been better to return with his family though he wasn't entirely certainly whether he wished to call them or not. With that passing thought he suddenly felt a little guilty and sheepish for having left them, not that he really regretted it one bit. It had been wonderful to see Warja again and he had needed to give her the news of his freedom, it wasn't something that he felt he could have or should have been delayed.
