On he had continued, hoping that someone from the pack would appear though with no idea that the wish was about to come true so very swiftly, albeit not in a particularly typical manner. The little ball of fur suddenly came flying around him, and Kismet stopped as soon as he caught sight of her moving, quickly coming to a stop in front of him. He had never been considered small, not like the pup before him now and the age difference, although only slight certainly didn't help Warja look all that big. What caught his attention however was the obvious fact that she was also a pup and most certainly not his brother. How had he not known there were other pups before now?
"FREEZE, trespasser! And..and..tell me your name! Or...else." Truth be told though Kismet wasn't exactly sure what to make of this pup. The only thing that had really caused any form of fear in the child so far had been the horrific noise of the howler monkeys when he had first come across them. So tiny, the deafening screams of the strange creatures had been a little alarming until his mother had comforted him. Warja however, no matter how fierce she attempted to be, wasn't scaring him at all.
"I'm not a trespasser." That of course was the first problem with her tough act. She didn't have the right details, not only was he a member of Valhalla but his great aunt was in charge of the pack, even if he wasn't a Valhallan something told him that Chrysanthe wouldn't mind him being on the island. "I'm Kismet Adravendi. Who are you?" Stating his surname wasn't something he typically did, though for once it seemed necessary to set this confused little girl straight.
