Ah, wouldn't a nap be nice right now? It would be a shame if there was a hurricane in wolf form storming across the island right now.

Upon learning that someone took her from her family, rather than her family abandoning her, or at least that might be a potential, Selenite's been in a worse mood than usual. She's been straining her memory to remember any notable features, but it's been so long and the memories are so blurry. And they could be false at this point. But is there a possibility that Obsidian is out there looking for her? And Selenite's here, not moving at all, because she can't decide if wandering is better or if she'd miss Sid if she moved.

Huffing, she storms through the garden, her bad mood swirling around her. "Hey. You." She can't remember if Pasithea was one of Syrena's or one of the new crowd. And she knows she doesn't have the sway here that she did back at Cirein. But that doesn't stop her. "If you were looking for someone, what would you do?"