Cedar Sweep ursine

his "cool" comes just late enough for her to question it, and she tacks on, "you can call me mo. or moony. or whatever." she hasn't had all the much practice introducing herself to strangers and tries to move past it quickly. 

despite his vague instructions, her eyes follow him as if he holds the secret of the universe. she stepped lightly into the water alongside him, gaze moving to peer into the current, searching in vain for a fish-shaped shadow. "who taught you this?" she asks, moving to follow him easily. it's easy to trust in someone so different from the children of the woods.