It was still a hard concept to grasp; Azalea a mother. It didn't make sense. His sister wasn't supposed to be a mom yet; she wasn't an adult! He didn't know of any guys that had caught her eye in Valhalla, except for that Sarak kid, but as far as he knew, the young man hadn't knocked up his sister. She had come back with his nephews after the war, which meant that they had had to have happened during her time in Glaciem. Surely that bastard King had taken advantage of his sister and forced himself on her, filling her with his seed, which in turn resulted to two young boys that now resided within Valhalla's pack. They were handsome young boys and the young Heir had yet to meet his nephews, officially that was. He knew who they were, but he didn't know the boys really. But that would change today. Instead of calling out to the boys like he'd originally wanted to, Gael would set out across the island, leaving Meili to her hunting, in search of his nephews. They most likely didn't recognize his voice and there was a bigger than chance that they wouldn't come if he called. So searching for them was the plan. He would head towards where he had last scented Azalea, hoping the kids were hanging in or around the area. It was time he met the newest Adravendis. Talk like this

Soren had an idea that his family was big, had learnt that is was larger at least than he had first thought, he had a grandmother who looked after he and his brother sometimes, and a grandfather too. He had a vague idea about the russet and ivory woman who seemed to lead the pack, she looked so much like his mother. But he was still rather ignorant of his whole heritage. Perhaps that for the best, he would have a hard enough time grasping one side of the family tree when he was older, let alone the full reaches of it. The boy was lounging in the shade of a tree near the den, the spring was getting a bit warm, especially in the humidity of the jungle. His mother had left not that long ago to hunt or something? she had been spending more and more time with an older male Soren didn't know. He wasn't overly fond of that but was not eager to voice his disappointment. He heaved a sigh and went back to his thoughts. Though they were interrupted by the approach of yet another older male he did not know. He perked up some, though he was not scared. If there was one thing he had learned about the island, no one here seemed to had ill intentions, at least not against himself or his brother. Speech,

Luck was on his side that day. Azalea's scent was strong in the area, which let him know that this was most likely where she kept her den, though exactly where it was he didn't really care. As he moved closer, Gael would be cautious. He could smell the boys, but he wasn't sure if they were ready to meet their uncle. They probably didn't even know who he was. Cerulean gaze would come across one of the boys, a half ivory, half sooty one with under eye markings and eyes similar to his sister. He didn't know this boy's name, but it was clear that he was Azalea's son. Hey there little man. I'm your uncle Gael. I'm your mom's brother. He wasn't exactly sure how to approach his nephew, so he figured introducing himself right off the bat might make the boy feel more comfortable with him? It was worth a shot. Talk like this

With his further adventures and curiosity, Kismet had managed to learn a little more about the pack, though of course was still relatively clueless when it came to fully understanding the extent of his Adravendi family. He certainly wished to learn more, though his education wasn't limited purely to his family, as shown by his recent meeting and befriending of Vahva. That had been a little confusing at first, though he felt he'd gotten his head around a few more details of life and returned home rather satisfied after another little exploration around the island. Soren of course didn't have quite the longing to explore the island that Kismet had though, so the caramel marked boy had left his brother behind once more as he set off on one of his walks, something that was definitely becoming quite the habit of his. He was returning now though and mis-matched eyes were caught by surprise as he noticed the stranger ahead that was approaching his brother. The world had been far from cruel to the boy really, and of course Kismet didn't feel there was a threat from this wolf being here. All the same he was rather curious however and quickened his pace until he stopped at Soren's side. "Who's your friend, Soren?" He questioned, glancing briefly to his brother before looking back to the stranger once more.