"You are too! I live here and I've never met you before." Try as she might, Kismet was still far from worried about his current situation. It was somewhat amusing he supposed, though his expression remained serious. "Lots of wolves live here." He declared bluntly. There was no other way to put it really. She was a Valhallan, he assumed though who her parents were the boy had no idea. She was younger than he though he guessed, and could still recall the number of times Azalea had told him off for wandering off when he was smaller. It made sense that this young girl was still early on in her adventuring period. "I'm sure you'll meet some of them soon enough." His own tone was significantly less hostile than the furball before him and his words definitely not lies.
"Hey! You don't get to ask the questions, I do. But if you must know, my name is Warja." To be honest Kismet didn't understand much about hierarchy yet, all he knew was that his great aunt was in charge of the pack. All the same, he didn't think that Warja really had any power over him, and not just because of her tiny size. "I can ask questions if I want to." He informed her of this fact.
