After he had been accepted, Kismet had decided to make one last journey to the North to share the news with his family and inform them his visits would likely be less frequent now. What he hadn't expected however was to find that his mother had vanished, her pack and most importantly children left abandoned in her leave. He had felt bad about his decision then, perhaps he should have stayed and tried to help them with their next step, build a new life with them but he had already made up his mind and now he had been back at Secretua, back home for a while now.
It was a little strange to think of it as home. Not a bad strange of course, it did feel nice to have a safe place to return to, but before the drama in his life had began his only home had been Valhalla. These were new lands and a new pack it would perhaps take a while to get used to. There was of course one wonderful thing about these lands and his new home. Warja was close.
"What are you doing?" He enquired softly as he approached her now. His voice was low so as not to break the silence that otherwise surrounded them, and not disturb whatever it was she seemed so focussed upon.
