Tell them I'm never coming back

He refused to simply disappear, he had to prove a point at least he would not wander off without a trace. Without at least telling someone where he had gone, and despite it all Kismet still seemed the only one worth sharing that information with, everyone else hadn’t taken a second look back and for all that his brother did at least he had known that somewhere in Kismet’s mind Soren still existed… 

Little else could be said of his other siblings, Sarka had fled to the comfort of a relative stranger after their mother’s inevitable disappearance and the rest had all chosen to put faith in Sarak. No clearly to them he was of little consequence. So it was with these thoughts in mind Soren would track down his brother. Which proved to be quite the feat by itself.

Several days of wandering had finally led him to a pack, one he had not heard much word of and yet… yes he could just make out the scent of his brother mixed among the unknown scents of the rest of the pack. With a sigh the boy hesitated, staring out across the border, suddenly wondering if simply fading into obscurity was not the better way to go, he could live out his life alone and never darken anyone’s door step ever again…

But he was here wasn’t he? With a shrug the boy tossed his head back, a howl pulling from his lips, a call for his brother.