Walk | Talk | Think
"Hmph," was all Kismet could get out of the surly Guardian when he first spoke of being lonely. He was a rogue, what did he expect? Most wolves Rune knew chose that lifestyle because they either did not or would not get along with pack life, be it the rules, the other pack members, or because they preferred their freedom. Was that no longer the case for him? And, if memory served and he was not getting his facts mixed up, he was almost certain the boy had family up north in another pack, somewhere that seemed to Rune to make more sense for him to go if he was as lonely as he claimed to be. But again he was bugged by that nagging sense that whatever bond Kismet had developed with Warja must have been something pretty deep in order for him to choose here over there, and suddenly he was less inclined to bring it up.
A little more of the story was given, a quick run down of where all Kismet had been during his lifetime. Valhalla. Rune was not entirely surprised to hear it, having already, with Alamea's help, put the boy's heritage into line, but he could not stop the sense of respect that he had for the place from interfering with his thoughts. Irritating as that was, it did not make matters any better when the boy all but pleaded with him to let him prove his worth. God, was he getting soft? Should he not have simply refused the boy on principle alone? But then he had agreed to let Eirik's friend stay already... "What of your family? You wouldn't rather be with them?" He was dragging it out longer than he wanted to, but in Rune's mind it was a valid question, one that he hoped deserved a valid answer.
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