"Yes that's one way of going about it. It's nice to meet you Kismet, my name is Vahva." Mis-matched eyes watched Vahva curiously, head tipping slightly to one side at her words. "What else am I s'possed to say?" He questioned her. Had he gone slightly wrong somewhere? Was this other way a better way to greet strangers? He was certainly eager to learn these things, correct any mistakes or at least know exactly what it was he needed to do.
"I'm a friend of your mothers." Kismet had been quick to notice that his mother knew more wolves than he and Soren. Each new face that had approached them she had been able to introduce them and even those that had taken a little reminding she had been there to help jog their memories. It wasn't too much of a surprise that his mother had friends therefore, though quite what a friend was Kismet didn't know. Was that another title like his great aunt's? "So are you my great friend?" He questioned, guessing that perhaps it did work the same.
"Is this your first time this far away from the den?" He gave a small shake of his head at the comment. He had told Soren all about his exploring with their mother, though the other boy hadn't been quite so keen to venture away from the den. Now though he was a little more timid about his successful outing and wouldn't give too much away. "I went on a secret trail with mum" He announced simply recalling the partially hidden path that he and Azalea had discovered.
