Golden Glade Gotta Do What You Gotta Do...

Shalon listened intently to the Queen, and nodded as she spoke, ackowledging that fact that respect and loyalty were not an issue for her. "Thank you, Queen Aspen. I shall not forget your offer of aid, and I do appreciate it. I believe I may need it." She chuckled a little, relaxing sligthly with the formalities out of the way. "I actually wasn't aware that I had arrived at the Royal Fire Court pack territory until I encountered your mate. I was prepared to leave, when he offered a paw and a potential family." Shalon sat back on her haunches, hoping that the elegant Queen might follow her example, and relax. "I was not born into a pack, your Majesty. I have never been offered a place within a pack. Now that I have I could not let the opportunity escape me." Shalon share the basics of her story, enough to explain why she now sat before the Queen herself.

"As to what I am good at, your Majesty... Well I'm good at survival. I have hopes of defending your territory as a Gaurdian, however I have a long way to go before that day will arrive." Shalon was an average sized female, with a grey and tanned multi-hued coat. However he form was one of a survivalist, with stong muscles in her shoulders and hind legs. This could lend well to her being a mercenary. "Are you in need of fighters my Queen?" Shalon asked with a curious hint in her tone.