It seemed that Azalea's permission to explore a few days before had only given the young boy a further taste for wandering off. Kismet had returned home rather pleased with himself, sharing the stories of the things he had seen with his brother and settling down after realising just how tired he was. The following few days, between the pack meeting he had decided to try entice Soren to do something other than carefully dig away at the den or clean the invisible specks of dirt from his fur though to no avail it seemed. Having given up again, today he had decided to take another walk on his own.
Having never usually wandered too far from the family's little den, Kismet hadn't actually met many of the other pack wolves, not on his own anyway. He had of course seen them at the meetings, and there had been a few visits from mainly the other members of the family but on each occasion Azalea and Soren had been there with him. This meant he was certainly aware of their existence but for some reason hadn't exactly anticipated running into any of them as he went about his little adventures.
Today was about to change that it seemed as the young boy suddenly found himself approaching a black and white wolf. She was bigger than he of course, though it was hardly a difficult feat given the fact he was still rather young. It wasn't her size that made him pause however, but simply the fact that he wasn't actually sure what to do. He recognised her, she was a member of Valhalla but he really wasn't sure how he was meant to go about greeting her.
