Not Alone

Of course his brother would find him though, despite him wishing he hadn't. If there was one thing the boy could count on it was Kismet finding him. The most familiar scent in the world reached him, and while he could have decided to try and move away, find a place where Kismet couldn't follow him he remained where he was. His brother no doubt has his scent and would pursue Soren even if he tried to shake his brother, he was persistent, sometimes annoyingly so.

Kismet appeared before Soren like a ghost, one minute he was surrounded on all sides by mist then his brother was there visible despite the fog and the distance that separated them. For a moment they stared, each unspeaking. With a sigh Soren shifted. "You're back." He did his best to keep any sort of emotion out of that simple statement. He hadn't been all that happy to watch his brother parting ways with the ragtag group on their way back to Valhalla, and he certainly hadn't expected it to take Kismet this long to get back.