Everywhere that Warja went Kismet was sure to go. That certainly seemed to be the case these days anyway, in his life very little had been constant, family had disappeared and packs had come and gone, Warja had always been there for him though. He had no idea if this pack was right for him, hadn't even really asked his friend all that much about it or Katja either for that matter, he'd just wait and see, Warja always had liked surprising people anyway.
The journey wasn't one of dawdling and exploring at all, straight to the point for once as they set their course for the Eastern lands of Alacritis, lands that Kismet couldn't say he'd ever really paid too much attention to. Later there would be more time for exploring, but for now it was time to seek out Katja and find out if she'd be willing to allow them to join. At the borders they would stop as Warja summoned the alpha of Yfir, and silently Kismet would await her appearance.
