It seemed that Azalea's permission to explore a few days before had only given the young boy a further taste for wandering off. Kismet had returned home rather pleased with himself, sharing the stories of the things he had seen with his brother and settling down after realising just how tired he was. The following few days, between the pack meeting he had decided to try entice Soren to do something other than carefully dig away at the den or clean the invisible specks of dirt from his fur though to no avail it seemed. Having given up again, today he had decided to take another walk on his own.
Having never usually wandered too far from the family's little den, Kismet hadn't actually met many of the other pack wolves, not on his own anyway. He had of course seen them at the meetings, and there had been a few visits from mainly the other members of the family but on each occasion Azalea and Soren had been there with him. This meant he was certainly aware of their existence but for some reason hadn't exactly anticipated running into any of them as he went about his little adventures.
Today was about to change that it seemed as the young boy suddenly found himself approaching a black and white wolf. She was bigger than he of course, though it was hardly a difficult feat given the fact he was still rather young. It wasn't her size that made him pause however, but simply the fact that he wasn't actually sure what to do. He recognised her, she was a member of Valhalla but he really wasn't sure how he was meant to go about greeting her.
This particular adorable blob of fur certainly resembled Azalea more than his brother. On sight alone it wasn't too difficult to assume at the very least that he was an Adravendi. Soren, he thought, looked more like this wolf before him now they were both marked by black and white, just halved in a different manner. Well his great aunt Chrysanthe looked like his mother, so did this mean that Vahva was related to them in some way too?
She approached him friendly enough, though his worry was more for what he ought to do than what this wolf could potentially do to him if she had any ill intentions. "Hi there." Came her greeting and Kismet figured that he ought to respond in a similar manner. "Hi" He responded, he remained in place for now still really not sure what he ought to be doing when meeting someone new.
"I'm Kismet." He added, normally his mother would say his and Soren's names though with her not here he supposed he should do it himself. He had no idea that Vahva might already have known he was either Kismet or Soren, after all he wasn't sure who she was. "I'm supposed to say that right?" He probably shouldn't have asked her that, but he still wasn't entirely sure how to act and what to say.
"Yes that's one way of going about it. It's nice to meet you Kismet, my name is Vahva." Mis-matched eyes watched Vahva curiously, head tipping slightly to one side at her words. "What else am I s'possed to say?" He questioned her. Had he gone slightly wrong somewhere? Was this other way a better way to greet strangers? He was certainly eager to learn these things, correct any mistakes or at least know exactly what it was he needed to do.
"I'm a friend of your mothers." Kismet had been quick to notice that his mother knew more wolves than he and Soren. Each new face that had approached them she had been able to introduce them and even those that had taken a little reminding she had been there to help jog their memories. It wasn't too much of a surprise that his mother had friends therefore, though quite what a friend was Kismet didn't know. Was that another title like his great aunt's? "So are you my great friend?" He questioned, guessing that perhaps it did work the same.
"Is this your first time this far away from the den?" He gave a small shake of his head at the comment. He had told Soren all about his exploring with their mother, though the other boy hadn't been quite so keen to venture away from the den. Now though he was a little more timid about his successful outing and wouldn't give too much away. "I went on a secret trail with mum" He announced simply recalling the partially hidden path that he and Azalea had discovered.
"There is no wrong way to greet someone unless you're being rude. You can have a long introduction, or a short one. It all depends on how much you want the other to know about you." Kismet listened carefully to the words, a slow nod of his head signalling he sort of understood what she meant. He wasn't really sure what else to say about himself, perhaps that Azalea was his mother and Soren his brother, or that he was Kismet Adravendi. His surname wasn't used very often at all, making it easy to forget as his mother simply called him Kismet, all the same though, the young boy had been made aware it was part of his name.
"Your mothers friends aren't always going to be your friends. It's different from family, you are the one who has to decide whether you like them or not. And if they are a really good friend, you call them your best friend." His head was nodded with a little more certainty that time, it was a little clearer though didn't really explain what Vahva was to him then, just his mother's friend? He guessed so, she had already said it before after all.
"Well that sounds fun. It looks as if you are really starting to be ready to meet the members of the pack." He gave another nod of his head at that. The trail exploring had been rather fun, apart from those noisy monkeys, he hadn't liked them very much. "It was fun." He confirmed. "We saw howler monkeys though, they're not very fun."
Truth be told Kismet wouldn't have really known how to respond if Vahva had voiced that she believed him to be interesting. For starters he wasn't entirely certain if that was good or bad. He liked adventures and felt that they were interesting but apparently he wasn't allowed them without his mother's permission or else he ran the risk of getting in trouble and that certainly wasn't interesting. Fortunately the boy's mind was spared from this potentially confusing moment though, and instead the topic lingered upon those awful howler monkeys.
"Yes, howler monkeys can be very annoying. And scary at that." The boy had indeed been rather scared, Azalea had tensed slightly and it had only made him all the more nervous about this strange creatures. Though he wasn't particularly vain, he didn't want her thinking he was too afraid of them. "I wasn't really scared." He stated, a little emphasis on the 'really'. They'd worried him a little but he hadn't ran away.
"So, do you think I could be your friend?" Kismet hadn't had a friend before. His time was spent with his mother and brother and they were family, a friend was apparently different. He thought back to Vahva's earlier words though, and he guessed that he liked her, he certainly didn't dislike her. And although he didn't have to be friend's with his mother's friends, well evidently she was nice enough to have earned that title from Azalea. "I think so." He stated with a small smile.