A few moments of silence would pass before the boy would wearily approach her, seeming to drag his feet across the sand in protest. It was obvious she was the last person he wanted to be around, but she did not care- this was Azalea's child, and like it or not she felt the need to bond with and protect him. He would keep his distance, leaving a few feet gap between the two as they walked along the shoreline. She would remain silent for a few couple yards, allowing some time to calm down to set in before she would speak to him again. Her azure gaze would bounce from the ocean to Kismet, waiting for the right moment to explain some things he probably wanted to know, like why his mother was best friends with a Glaciem wolf.
Her pace would slow to a steady stroll as she looked back toward Kismet, who was still keeping his distance and was bringing up the rear. "Believe it or not I too used to live in Valhalla- in fact, I was born there, my mother being the lead beta, and my place being the beta's heir. You wouldn't guess that seeing me here though, would you?" She would say before turning away from him to focus on the path ahead of her so that she did not trip or stumble over anything in her way. She hoped her words would peak his interest in some way, and that he would ask his own questions for her to answer. If he chose to remain silent she would continue on with her story, as she had a lot to say to Azalea's rebellious son.
