Her mind half gone, wondering at the view and how radically different it was from any other memory she had of Moladion, a bit of remorse can’t help but seep in. Since they had been back Selene had gotten to spend little to no time with the wolf she had come to regard and cherish as a little sister. True Levi was techniqually related by marriage now since Weylin – Selene knew mate - was Levis half-brother. Yet ridiculously she saw the dark wolfess less.

Turquoise eyes flicker over the horizon passing over a dark figure absently before rolling back to land on the disheveled looking male that happened to be staring blankly back at her. Taking him in even from a distance it was easy to see that something was not right. Even keen eye sight cannot make up for all distance separating them but she doesn’t need to be in his face to realize there was something wrong.

Rising to stand on lengthy golden legs once again Selene weighs her options leaning away from the strange male and back towards Glorall. She doesn’t know what exactly is wrong with him, for all she knows he might be crazy. Yet some part of her can’t help but argue he could just be sick - and in this heat maybe just dehydrated. The same, annoying, part also reminds Selene that she is a queen now and that she should be holding herself to higher moral standards.

The desire to act with caution wars with her naturally friendly disposition. There was always a chance another would seek to hurt you. Why? Selene didn’t know. All she knew is that some sadistic beings out there did exist just to do others harm and she had no intent to be caught by one. The bedraggled wolf up river didn’t seem like some sentient evil being yet she doesn’t know for sure – how could you really ever know anyway. She won’t be confident until she makes her approach, something she does slowly should he be a threat of some kind.

Swishing her fluffy golden tail around her hind legs as she approaches the male attempting to assure him with her posture she is friendly. “Hi. Are you.. umm.. okay?” The question comes out broken, hesitation holding her back. If his blank stare is any indication of his state of well-being she would definitely say that he was not okay.