Her obsidian etched face twists towards the water once more as her name is called aloud. Ears of a warm butter color flicker to the evenly toned golden male and Selene rises - a happy grin brightening her exotically sculpted face. Hers was a strange beauty - her face androgynous in its design almost evenly mixed with her fathers chiseled features and her mother’s soft, radiant beauty. Even her body, she sometimes mused, was far from a gentle females – with her mother’s elegant, long-legged physique and her father’s subtle athleticism the girl had an easy grace that left her s a mix of long distance runner and a warrior – and sometimes she wondered if she was worthy of being called a queen. Sometimes she felt like nothing more than a little girl wearing a tiara. But within Pan’s delighted obsidian gaze she feels as if maybe she could be one, and maybe that at least some of the wolves might accept her as a queen, as Weylins queen.

She stands - her golden tail wagging in delight behind her darker gold saddled back. Her blonde and black skull dips in acquisition before she can even really comprehend what he has said, though she does understand after a delay of wondering over his pretty words. A smile still in place her leggy bodice moves to follow easily behind the shorter her light voice flowing out as her long legs keep up his pace. “Sure Pan. I’d love to.” He was one of the only wolves she can remember from the old Moladion. The memory was faint and truly she hadn’t remembered him until she had seen and smelled him again. It was a somewhat painful memory - one involving her mother and both siblings – one that brought tears to her eyes.

She pushes the thought of the golden wolf and golden, white, and black puppies aside as they reach Pans creation. A small smirk falls upon her golden and black lips as she eyes the golden boy sitting beside his monument with pride. And he should be proud. At least Selene thinks he should. She never could have made such a thing and didn’t know anyone else who could have. It is a bridge. This she knows even as Pan lapses into a monologue that Selene would never admit made her eyes glaze over a wee bit. The words he used impressed her. His vocabulary was far more expansive than hers and she couldn’t help but think that as a ‘queen’ she should talk more like him..

When he trails off Selene snaps back to attention and draws her turquoise eyes away from the bridge and to Pans own midnight ones. “I do.” Her confirmation is delivered with a giggle. Of course she knew what a bridge was. Wouldn’t almost everyone? This of course she does not say to Pan lest she scare of her new golden best friend. Yes she had decided – much as she did as a younger pup in the days of Old Moladion – that Pan would be her friend. And since she was severely lacking in both the friend and the family department she decided that he would be instantaneously be bumped up to best friend statues. “Pan I know that we are pack but I think we should be friends to. I really would like for us to be friends do you think that we could?” The sweet, sincere words come out rushed and obviously nervous. Selene may be three and almost an adult but she still has lacked in the social aspect when growing up that would have her behave as such.

As it was the words are said with such an earnest hopeful expression that anyone with a heart could hardly deny the innocent looking creature. After giving Pan a minute to reply graceful limbs carry her gold painted bodice to the bridge and she stands at its base peering at it curiously for a second before her eyes peer back at Pan speculatively. Her height was deceptive, she knew, and her fluffy golden body did hold a fair amount of weight. “Pan.. ah… I don’t mean to question your.. skill. But I’m worried I’m heavier than you think and I would feel really, really, really bad if I broke your bridge. Especially when you worked so hard…” The girl pauses her eyes sweeping back to the bridge before glancing back at Pan - an excited smile lighting up her half masked face once again. “But as long as you say okay, I’m down… I mean I would love to.” Selene continues excitedly waiting for the go ahead before catching herself and rephrasing her answer in an effort to sound more queen like.

It is just as she goes to lay her first golden paw upon Pans masterpiece that turquoise eye spot a dark figure drawing closer. Stopping Selene gestures at Pan with her muzzle towards the older female walking towards them a questioning look in her eyes – she should know all the wolves but this one is stranger to her like so many other. Her golden threaded tail sweeps behind her back and Selene gives older wolf a smile and nod when she stop in front of them. When the dark furred wolf compliments Selenes smile grows and so does her bravery in her desire to meet her pack mates and she rushes to introduce herself to the wolfess. “Thank you. I am Selene. It is very nice to meet you... I don’t know your name though. Sorry...” She trails her gaze looking towards Pan wishing he would help her. Surely since he talks so smart he could help her be queenly. If anyone knew how he would. Hell, he built a bridge.