She had an island. Well techniqually it was Weylins’ island. But he had said she could guard it. And Levi was to live there with her which meant the blonde and black masked wolf would have guarded it any ways. But Weylin had called her the queen of the island which only made it that much more important to Selene to guard.

Her obsidian coated imprint had a loyal following. One that actually intimated her in the sheer sense that she had only Levi whom she truly knew in this new place all the others were virtual strangers. Even Weylin felt like a stranger to her at times and they had the bond between them.

Selene knew it would change with time, that the wolves would come to know her and perhaps respect her like she saw they did Weylin. It was something she knew she would have to earn but to her it was worth it. She was happy in the pack. Levi was happy to be back with Weylin which was good because Selene was to. And there was an island which let’s be honest Selene was still young enough to think was pretty sweet.

With Levi nowhere to be seen Selene decided to go out and see any of the pack wolves were around. Leaving her den near the coast of the island she travels inland her golden form weaving between the thickening forests until a small body of water breaks the trees. Selene stops at its edges to lap at the crystalline waters before sitting back to look around with turquoise eyes.