let yourself in (YFIR)

The move to the North hadn't been an easy one for Kismet. It had nothing to do with the fact that he had only just moved to Yfir in the first place and everything to do with his childhood. Being imprisoned as a child and finding out about his father that way had certainly left him with bad memories. It had altered his family, nothing had ever been the same since and wouldn't be again, not that he would completely blame Isardis for that, both Azalea and Sarak were to blame there.

There would surely a small amount of comfort in knowing that no one in the Armada family currently reigned, though the moment he realised that there was one living within the pack, well it wasn't exactly going to make his day. He had his freedom though and Warja was here, that was all he would have to keep reminding himself of. He had no idea currently what being part of Yfir would mean for him, though he was sure with those two facts that it would surely be better than the last time he had lived in the North.

At the sound of Katja's howl, he would quietly gather with the rest or at least the few that had appeared. He had no idea what the numbers of the pack were like though he knew that this was not everyone. He was amongst the early arrivals it seemed and silently he would take a seat to await whatever news was to be told.