Kismet had decided he would have to return home to share his news with his family, let them know where he was and would be from now on. The travelling life of a loner would surely kill him otherwise, such isolation as he travelled back and forth from the North to the South. It wasn't a life he could stand to live anymore and surely they would all understand, they had settled after all.
His usual act was to stop at the borders and call for his family, as he reached them today however he would hear a howl coming from within the lands. The sound was one he knew very well, his brother Soren was calling for the family. He would follow the sound now, rather curious as to what was happening.
The sight he would be greeted with was his brother, two of their siblings, certainly rather grown up now, a stranger stood beside Sarka and their father, Sarak amongst them as well. His gaze would settle upon Soren as he came to a stop with the rest of the group. "What's happening?" He questioned. He had no idea that his mother had gone again even so it was surprising to see Soren stepping up like this, the boy who could barely leave his den during their imprisonment in Glaciem.
