young & wild & free

The woman is largely pregnant, and Selene knows she'll have to be gentle. She needs to be careful when there's someone in such a state, right? Though the girl hand't really known much as far as conventions or customs when it came to... well, things like this. Things like this, to which she couldn't even think of the name. There's something about the very idea of it, but Selene doesn't dwell. She won't dwell on the idea that there's someone else here, maybe a few someones. That was strange, but it was okay. "That sounds like fun!" She's brilliant. Always brilliant. Selene's eyes are glimmering brightly as she moves to dive through another pile of leaf litter, wagging all over.


She doesn't move too quickly. Selene tries not to move too quickly for her companion, tries to keep a relatively even pace. Friendly. Stay friendly. Stay okay. They work well together, or at least Selene hopes they will. There's something brilliant, something beautiful about the way she moves and bounds and explores. "I'm Selene, by the way!" Bright eyes as she stops to sniff at a tree-- it's a different one than she's familiar with. She's not used to trees like this, the ones that seem to stretch on forever. Pressing her nose to it, touching it, enjoying the touching and the learning. "What a cool tree," And the girl is breathless with it. What a goof.