Golden Glade Have Room for One More?

Charley was patrolling his borders that day, yawning and bored, when something caught his attention. A new scent, an UNWELCOME presence. Hackles raising up high, the King trotted forward after the females scent. In his mind, he knew there was not full blame on the trespasser. The borders werent fully set, but the scents of the Court was at least strong enough one should be able to tell someone was living here. 
She wasn't far, and Charley slowed with a growl rumbling from his chest at the dusty grey pelt.
        "Can't you smell right? You're on the lands of royalty."
His words, though harsh, weren't all that aggressive. Irritated, no doubt, but not truly upset. This one had no smells on her suggesting a pack, or family. Perhaps she would be interested on joining the court? Scaring her off would be useless.
                  "I'm Charley Pryor, and this is my land. I rule beside my Queen, Aspen. Are you from around here?"