Abigail Hughes

Abigail's parents had never been exactly prone to encouraging their young daughter to enjoy time spent in front of the TV. They had, in fact, never owned a TV, at least in their home overseas where her entire life up to this point had been spent. She had never really considered it greatly, however, after all, no one else in their village had a TV either. As a child, she'd spent much of her time outside or helping her mother. The forest just outside of her village had been the epicenter of most of her childhood play, resulting in a great many ventures chasing butterflies and other peculiar creatures under her parent's ever watchful eyes. Those winged bugs were the epitome of nostalgia for her, the very mention of them coaxed a bubbling excitement within the young woman now that her whole TV crisis was averted - or at least, there was a plan to remedy her confusion of that giant screen with very loud static. She had tried to press the buttons on its black beveled surface. Tried and given up when the noise had been less than pleasant to her ears. It was, she decided, much better to spend her time within the forest and that brought the little panda entirely full circle -- to now.

She was ECSTATIC that Malia was equally as game to that chase - the girl only proceeding to assure her of her pouncing capabilities. Oh, how great it would have been to find another were to sneak up and get! It was a wonderfully delightful idea, even if Abigail herself had few friends who might enjoy such antics. The little panda was hardly ignorant to the way Malia's own eyes seemed to widen in delight of this idea, the woman equally on board with this plan. "Do you think maybe we could get one of your friends if we can't find any butterflies?" She inquired, almost bouncing from one foot to the other with a restlessness now that such a grand idea had been considered. She had hardly considered how they might go about catching those very butterflies, however, until Malia saw fit to comment upon her capabilities to get them up high, one that Abigail was quite quick to agree to. Really, they made the perfect team here! Malia could get them on the ground and Abby could fetch them all from the trees! It was great! Now, they just had to find them....

She lept quite abruptly towards the ground, her previous fears near forgotten in that glee that came with butterfly hunting with a new found friend. Malia's inquiry of flowers, however, saw her pause in that whirlwind of excitement. She had, admittedly, not explored the full depths of that forest yet. "Hmm...." She commented, those small hazel eyes glancing around that clearing with a glimpse of inquisitiveness. Frankly, she hadn't the slightest idea of where she was in those forests. "I think....my butterflies were going that way." She stated, turning to point her head towards the North. She hardly anticipated that sudden suggestion to ride on the wolf, however. It was hardly peculiar, really. She had, after all, ridden upon Olly before and that had gone just fine. She didn't think Malia intended to eat her, at least, not anymore. "Okay!" She stated, bounding back towards the wolf. She reached up, placing her front paws on the wolf's side. "You gotta...get a lil....lower!" The panda declared after a moment's attempt of lifting herself unsuccessfully. Although her claws made her an expert climber, she hardly wanted to hurt her new friend!