Hushed Willows “I Get Around” — The Beach Boys

She allowed herself to be herded back to the willows, giving a gentle hum of acknowledgment to Finley’s voice, content to plod along like a workhorse towards the area they’d met in.

The grey backed woman experienced a brief freeze when asked if she was a cuddler, before stepping delicately over the long limbed body of her hunting companion, bedding down at his back.

“This alright?” Nephele asked, suddenly nervous. Where did her limbs go? Was she just gonna...perch? Like a baby possum with its mother?