Selene was almost asleep, soundlessly daydreaming about her past in Italy, how her adoptive father would care for her, how he had to suffer such a painful death. As something shoved her, a foot maybe, with the grace of a cat the young hybrid leapt up from her propped up position. She hadn't any weapons, but even instinctually her hand flew to the spot on her waist where there was usually a belt with many knives. She managed to murmur a gruff "Who are you?" before relaxing her posture and stance. She stepped back a little, placing a hand on her hip where a foot had so rudely prodded. Her reddish eyes caught a glance of a fearful, but rather large man watching from a distance inside a wagon. She glanced casually at the dog-woman and the male and nonchalantly said "My name's Selene Vansenza, and I apologize for being in your way."
Being shoved was rude yes, but if she wanted better treatment, she could not do something stupid like push back or curl on the ground like a sniveling weakling. Eyes watched tentatively and her tail was raised in partial dominancy, stating that she couldn't possibly be lower than this female on the canine rankings, maybe equal but not lower. The man was quiet and seemed fearful of this golden femme, something mysterious and somewhat curious to the dark fae. The day was still dawning, and she had nothing better to do than talk to this duo. The Italian knew nothing and never saw this pair's faces, although Selene travelled often mostly everyone was a stranger. [/html]