The thirst for adventure was indeed far more alive in Kismet than it was Soren, not that the boy realised it was a trait he shared with his mother. He didn't think about it all that much, in fact as far as he was aware the similarity was simply in their appearance as he had overheard some of the older pack members stating. He supposed when he looked at Soren's black and white colouring it was rather obvious really which of them resembled Azalea the most, and he certainly hadn't ever seen his mother obsessing over most things as much as Soren had, if he knew what it was, Kismet may have suspected his brother was adopted.
As much as Soren's odd ways could be a little annoying to the pup at times he did still love his brother though of course. And though he had the tendency to wander off when he wasn't supposed to, he did love his mother as well, not that such emotions were on his mind as there was suddenly a bark from behind him. Jumping the young boy spun around, the shock evident in his eyes though frowning upon realising it was his mother than had scared him.
"You made me jump." He declared, not overly pleased with that fact. Why was his mother sneaking up on him anyway? Of course it'd probably teach him a valuable life skill of paying more attention to his surroundings, though so young he had no idea that there probably were times in life he'd have to be a little more alert.
