Whilst Soren had been wishing to keep away from his brother, Kismet of course had other ideas. He knew that Soren had hit a pretty dark spot in Glaciem, doubting the world around him and it's need for him. Try as he might then he hadn't been able to help him, but he had of course been the real prisoner of them, not even trying to see the world beyond their cage. Now they were free again he'd hoped that Soren would lighten to his usual self, learn that others did care but if anything it somehow seemed that things had gotten worse.
Soren's scent was the most familiar thing in the world to him though, in all of their year of life they certainly hadn't spent too much time apart and he was confident that he could have still picked it up easily from a million different scents. He was right to have faith in his nose, following it now he soon found the trail was getting stronger. It seemed for whatever reason he had found himself a new cage, no longer was it the den he'd spent hours crafting, reshaping with every centimetre he grew but instead a strange stone circle. There was no chance of him hiding now, Kismet stood before him, mismatched eyes focussed on nothing but his brother.
