?It?s big. Big, and wide? Some places, it?s cold all year ?round, and others are hot, and not a wet hot like here. Dry hot, where it feels as though you may die without water, and you could. There are places covered in grass taller than I am, or even your mama. One day, you?ll see it, when you?re old enough to cross the water without your mama panicking.? Kismet hadn't really known what answer to expect from his question. The details were certainly wonderful to get that imagination sparking once more he could at least picture something though it certainly wasn't enough for him to really understand the world. How could everything be so different? He couldn't really recall the winter in his den back in Vericona Plains, the tropical warmth of the island was all he really knew.
?I?m Sarak, by the way.? He now had a name for the wolf he assumed to be his mother's friend. Not sure if the male knew his own, Kismet thought it best to introduce himself as well. "I'm Kismet." He responded. He wasn't really sure what else to say to Sarak's little description of the land across the sea, it had certainly given him a bit more to think about. There was one thing, he was in no hurry to leave his family, but perhaps he could go with his mother one day when she left. "How much older do you think I'll have to be?"
