Perhaps they had only been wary because an adult was with them. Those older wolves had often warned him of dangers, that he was too young to do certain things and only now was he actually starting to see that he could possibly get into trouble. A part of him certainly wished for his mother now, she would know what to do after all, though as Warja began to move with him he could only hope that this plan was going to work.
Sadly it didn't seem to be the case, he was difficult to hear the rustling of the trees over the awful howling noise but even without Warja's confirmation the young boy knew that the monkey's weren't giving up quite so easily this time. The next rustle was louder, accented by the brief pause in the howling noises as one monkey leapt to the next tree along, clearly following them. Kismet tried to remain calm, though he really had no idea what to do. His hackles were raising slightly now, rather unnerved by the situation no matter how much he tried to hide it from his friend.
He cast a glance over the top of her head, looking round to see that the monkey was still descending down the tree, it's movements quicker than the calmer ones he'd advised Warja to take. The second monkey was moving now as well, following it's friend to close the distance. As the first one grew closer and closer to the ground, Kismet's hackles rose even more, the hair standing right on end. He had no idea what he was doing really, certainly had no fighting experience though it didn't stop the growl sounding from his throat as he showed his teeth to the monkey.
Kismet was actually a little larger than the noisy creature, the monkeys were rather young as well and perhaps just as curious by the wolf pups as Warja had originally been by their strange sounds. Of course though, he had no idea of this and simply knew he wanted them to leave he and Warja alone, their presence certainly wasn't comforting in the slightest.
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