Kismet hadn't strayed far and that was the first time in a while. Even throughout the horrible storms he had remained close to Secretua and more specifically close to Warja. She could look after herself and probably did better at it than Kismet looked after himself, a fact that he not only knew but admired. Perhaps it was really more for his own sake than hers, just to reassure himself that Warja was ok.
More than simply checking in on her however he enjoyed the time to be close to her again. He had always hated the occasions they had been dragged away from one and other and yet for some ridiculous reason he had allowed it to continue just so he could traipse from Northern to Southern Alacritia all the time. Never before had the boy really made a decision for himself, perhaps that was the main reason he had remained a loner, scared to choose between his family and Warja and yet now he had come to realise that this lack of choice simply didn't work. He was lonely those times he was away from them he needed to make a choice and hopefully his family would understand.
Secretua. That was his choice if Rune would allow it. Truth be told Kismet was still somewhat wary of the man, not entirely certain what to make of him and equally not sure where he lay in Rune's books. He would take his chance though all the same, though and try. He had to. Though he had darted across the borders several times as of late to spend time with Warja, he would wait at the edges now and let out a call for Rune. He had certainly made mistakes though he would at least try to amend them by doing this part formally. This was what you were meant to do right? He had never before sought permission to join a pack, he had been born in Valhalla and stolen by Glaciem.
