There Is A Silver Lining

Soren hardly left the den, only doing so to relieve himself and to occasionally assure himself that this all hadn't been a dream and he was really back in Valhalla. Despite this he had managed to keep himself in decent enough shape, he groomed his fur every day, for seemingly most of the day. There had been a call for both he and his brother a few days ago but he had not cared to answer, and so Kismet had gone to see who it was alone.

The boy nearly ignored this new call, nearly. Something he couldn't explain compelled him to answer its call. He rose, and slowly exited the den, scanning the horizon for Kismet, who no doubt would be heading off to answer the call. There a bit of a ways off he could see his brother, and the two made brief eye contact before Kismet turned towards the border. Soren lagged behind, the pines starting to twist and shit into strange bent forms.

Finally his brother and the one that had called them came into view. He approached hesitantly, standing a bit back from his brother and watching the stranger with narrowed eyes. He finally realized who it was that was standing before them, Sarak. The boy retreated within himself slightly, ducking his head and avoiding the mans gaze. He was happy and yet? There was something else there too. It had taken anyone this long to seek them out, were they really so easily forgotten?