They'd been here around a season now, was Kismet settled? Not exactly, he'd chosen solitude for a while and the act of daring himself closer and closer towards those old Glaciem lands until at last he stood within the very spot that had once been his prison. The fact that there was no sign of them now perhaps made him a little more comfortable but he still wouldn't say he felt right at all calling this place a home, not as he had been with Valhalla or Secretua.
Meetings though were not to be avoided of course and as the call went out he made his way across the lands until he hit the gathering point. A few other members of the pack had beaten him there, including Kassander, the healer that Warja apparently knew already, though much to his disappointment there currently wasn't any sign of Warja herself. She was typically quite prompt, Kismet assumed it wouldn't be long before she joined them and so taking a seat, Kismet would wait for her and of course for the meeting to begin.
