if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
Abigail absolutely positively HATED crowds. In fact, she would have been totally happy to go back to her country where she lived in the middle of nowhere before she ever attempted to brave something like a crowded concert or Disney. Such places, she was sure, were soooo not meant for a panda. It was unfortunate, really, that Abigail had insisted on Arlo and herself visiting this party but, to be fair, she hadn't expected SO MANY PEOPLE crammed into a tiny home! For a moment the girl shifted from one foot to the other in a glimpse of nervousness, only to take one DEEEPPP breath before she dared cross the threshold and into the home. All she had to do was find Arlo and then everything would be totalllyy okay. She just...had to find Arlo. Her quest was admittedly much harder then she anticipated for such a quaint home - the woman left scouting through the rooms for any hint of her boyfriend. Thankfully, she was quick to spot him only in the third room she searched, a small squeak of delight leaving her lips as she made her way through the crowd as best as she could. Abigail was hardly attentive, admittedly, to the conversation that Arlo and Malia were having, the woman instead bounding towards her boyfriend as she wrapped her arms around his waist, burring her head into his shoulder. Her words were all but muffled, though it hardly mattered in the slightest. Arlo, after all, was all but quick to recognize her.

Arlo's mention of Malia caused her gaze to shift upwards as Abigail lifted to her toes. Her hazel eyes glanced over her boyfriend's shoulder to eye her wolf friend. A warm simper crossed her features as she released her hold upon her boyfriend, the young woman scooting over to Arlo's side. "Hi, Malia!" She declared, her previous concern all but dissipating now that she had at least found Arlo. HE would keep her safe from all the big scary...crowd....ness. Her boyfriend's inquiry on whether she wanted a drink, however, caused her to peer inquisitively at the bottle Malia handed him. Abigail's nose twitched ever so slightly before she pulled sharply back from the liquor, her nose wrinkled in utter distaste for...well....whatever THAT was. "Um....no...I'm..." Her voice trailed off, those words lost in Malia's own excitement about someone named 'Ashton'. She was pretty definitely certain that she hadn't met him the last time she'd met the pack. Unless Frost had a new name? Her head turned inquisitively in the direction Malia's waved in, stepping closer to Arlo in the process. She watched as Nadya joined them, dragging a man behind her in the most peculiar outfit she'd EVER seen. What a COOL hat. She wanted a hat like that! Abigail reached out for her boyfriend's arm, her fingers easily wrapping around his forearm as her head tilted inquisitively at Nadya's announcement of a 'cowboy'. Was THIS what a cowboy looked like? She had heard of them before but she'd never ACTUALLY seen one. Did he turn into a cow too?

Such thoughts, however, were interrupted by Nadya's insistence that she hardly had to be afraid and yet, the girl said little rather than providing the woman with a small smile. She wasn't...THAT afraid. She just...didn't like all the people crowding in on them. She was used to open fields and SUPER DUPER tall mountains and forests that went on FOREVER. This was just.....SO not her forte. She let Arlo answer Nadya's inquiries of their relationship - the young woman instead peering curiously at Ashton and his super neato hatty hat. In fact, it wasn't until Arlo questioned if they were all pandas that Abigail finally saw fit to speak up. "Malia's a WOLF." She informed him, entirely oblivious on just how wrong she was - after all coyotes and wolves look totally the same to her. "And she's a jaguar." Abigail continued, gesturing lightly towards Nadya. She remembered, after all, Nadya's children and their declarations of what they were. Abigail and Frost, it seemed, were in a SEAAA of predators. But maybe, Mr. Cow might help tip the balance in their favor!