There Is A Silver Lining
Soren listened to what Sarak had to say, his face a mask of no expression. They had been bargaining chips then? He wouldn't dwell on that too long though as the dappled male would rise to his paws and Kismet would turn to speak to him. The ebony and ivory boy looked at his brother for a moment before nodding. So the trio would set off, putting the hellish pack behind them. Soren picked up his pace to match that of his brother's not really relishing the idea of being at the back while still so close to Glaciem.
The boy would remain silent, casting hazel gaze around him. He was wary. It wasn't really that easy was it? It couldn't be! Kismet spoke again, momentarily pushing the worries from Soren's mind. He looked at his brother, frowning. Hadn't all Kismet spoken of non-stop since arriving been about returning to Valhalla and now he was suggesting they delay that? He didn't have a chance to question that however as an ominous silver shape emerged ahead of them. The panic rose up in him as he realized it was a great albino male.
The man was vaguely familiar, and he bore the overwhelming scent of Glaciem. I knew it! I knew it! He took an panicked step back, drawing his tail between his legs as he did so. This man had come to take them back, come to drag them back into hell. Even as Soren cowered before the man he resolved that if they wanted to take him back they would have to drag him there. He would never return of his own volition!