Kismet was rather proud at how well he was getting at navigating around the island, not that he had demonstrated that at all. He'd spoken about his explorations to his mother and to Soren, attempting to get his brother to venture out a little more with him but today it seemed that the young Adravendi male was once more out alone to wander. He didn't mind it so much, though now he was becoming more familiar with the lands, the next natural step was to become better acquainted and spend more time with the members of the pack. In his eyes it seemed that his mother knew everyone in Valhalla and Kismet kept constantly meeting strangers, though they were somehow familiar with who he was.
He and Soren weren't the only pups in Valhalla at the moment, admittedly not something he was actually aware of though with Kismet at least it was fairly easy to guess his heritage. Though his colours were not as bold as his mothers, he had clearly been designed with her image strongly in mind, meaning it wasn't too difficult for others in the pack to guess he was Azalea's son.
Certainly feeling a little bored, the young boy simply continued along his lonely walk. Truth be told there was little ambition in his step today as he walked, he'd explored many a time now and simply restrained himself from heading to the edge of the island and gazing out at the water. A part of him was still so eager to venture to the land out there and though he was growing rather swiftly, he still wasn't able to follow the adults out there. Until he was big enough and his mother gave him permission, he'd have to stay put but he needed something else to do around the island for now. He needed more friends, a best friend, recalling the terminology that Vahva had taught him, would be very good.
