He had left them. Did that make him an awful person? His parents were hardly the greatest examples in the world he had come to realise. Biologically, Isardis was his father and there was little good Kismet could say about him. His mother he had always cared for however but she had vanished once more. What was her reasoning now, did she have one? And Sarak, the man he had viewed as his father, it'd taken him almost a year to meet his children. What role models were they?
There was a difference. Kismet had a pack he needed to return to and he had informed them all of where he would be how they could find him if they needed him. He hadn't simply vanished from their lives, he had left them with their own choice. They could come and meet Rune if they wished to join or find their own path elsewhere as he had. He would be there for them as much as he could but he couldn't leave the pack he had only just joined. Something told him he would never get any respect from Rune if he chose that path.
Much of the journey had passed in a blur on this occasion, head swimming with these thoughts and worries, when he finally paid attention to his surroundings again he realised just how caught up he had been. Night had fallen, the only light coming from the moon above as it appeared from behind the clouds and the soft glow of the waters. The latter likely would have intrigued him more had it not been the clue as to where his feet had carried him. Kismet knew this place, He had visited this area once before, it was here he had first found out about Secretua from Warja. His friend was nowhere in sight now though and there was still a fair journey ahead before he reached Secretua. Time to rest though, not that he was sure the break would do anything to clear his mind.
As Kismet had suspected his mind was still clouded with thoughts so much so that the presence of another wouldn't immediately grip his attention. There was little else he could do really, he knew that but they were his family and still he couldn't help but worry about them. Those worries wouldn't vanish though new ones would appear when he finally registered the presence of another, her voice meeting his ears and bringing him back to the present moment.
He certainly was an Adravendi and proud of that fact as well though not everyone was quite so pleased to meet a wolf from his family and he only knew the half of it. Nerves wouldn't rise as high as they perhaps should have done though as mismatched eyes settled upon the woman he could see similarities and suspected she only asked because she too was an Adravendi.
"I am. Kismet" He declared, introducing himself to the other. His own name perhaps wasn't quite enough information in this situation however, if they were family it would be nice to know how they were related. "I'm one of Azalea's sons."4> He offered his mother's name as well, unaware of the possible tension such a fact could bring.