"The animals do not need such large paths, you see they remember where the water is at and where the food is too." Kismet glanced back to his mother as she explained it to him, quickly looking back ahead though as he nearly tumbled in the grass. "I need to remember too then right?" He questioned, another glance to Azalea, though quicker this time so not to trip once more. It seemed rather logical, if the paths were hidden then he would have to learn as well.
"This trail leads by our den, so the animals probably wont use it much anymore, they will make another or find another way around. So its sort of our own private walkway and it will get wider and clearer the more we walk on it. The grass will stop growing." Kismet was fairly sure he understood that, though it did collide a little with his earlier thought of needing to know the way himself. It wouldn't be such a secret after a while from what his mother said. "So it doesn't matter if I forget? It won't be hidden anymore?"
"Monkeys. Howler Monkeys, they make lots of noise, clearly. Anyway, they will leave us alone now. Look, water." Kismet still watched the monkeys for a moment longer, just to make sure they really were going. "Will they stop using the trail?" He questioned. He hoped so, he didn't like them very much, their awful noise hurt his ears.
Giving up on glaring the trees that hid the monkeys, Kismet followed his mother to the edge of the water she had pointed out. Feeling his paws sinking slightly in the mud he lifted one free again, observing the mud now on his paw. "The ground's soft" He commented, still curious by this new discovery. So young he hadn't really experienced the snow back in their old home, or else he may have compared it to that.
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