Kismet was wary leaving his family in Tortuga, a part of him had been tempted to stay and ensure they were safe he hadn't been able to stay put though, the world calling in once more as he set off to find Warja. He had to know where his friend had gone and make sure she was ok. His family could settle into their new home in the meantime and he would check up on them again later. He was certainly loyal to them, he hoped they still realised that though he held a loyalty to Warja as well, his oldest and best friend, if he had to spend his life running back and forth between the most important people to him then he didn't care, he would do it and it was certainly his plan for now.
The south beckoned him onwards, his original plan was to try head to Mount Volkan and try see if they had returned or if any signs at all were there for him but at the last minute the boy had found himself heading towards Valhalla. He hadn't ventured too close to his former home, lingered around the edges looking for a sign of Sarak in case his father had suddenly reappeared, attempted to return home to find his family had left. He would be left disappointed however and whilst that worry would return once more for his family, the boy would continue onwards to try find Warja.
It was as he neared Covari borders that her scent would reach him and something else familiar. Kismet would wonder over it for a moment before he realised what it was, the scent of the new Valhalla, it was trailed over the lands between the two packs, mingled together and he recoiled tracking the scents to double check, moving away from either pack and eventually stopping as he hit the coast. What did this mean? Had Warja been taken prisoner, her entire family as well or had they willingly joined this pack?
He honestly wasn't sure which answer he dreaded the most but there was only one way to get those answers however and as the light began fade from the sky he found himself lifting his head and beckoning Warja to join him, hoping that she was close enough to hear his howl, close enough that she would be here soon. He longed to see her, see that she was ok and prayed he wouldn't have to make the same promise he'd once asked of her.
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