Golden Glade Have Room for One More?

Shalon paused mid step as she heard the growl behind her, "Can't you smell right? You're on the lands of royalty." Turning sharply to address the brute, she tooking his features, and found no sign of aggression. Relaxing slightly she would bow her head slightly, submitting to the wolf before her, not looking to antagonize him.

"I'm Charley Pryor, and this is my land. I rule beside my Queen, Aspen. Are you from around here?" Shalon's head dipped to the side in curiosity, a king? "If I had been more aware at the time I would have steered clear of your lands. I do apoligize. I meant no offence. I am not from the area, and have found myself quite turned around. Please accept my sincerest apologies to you and your Queen." Shalon dipped her head even lower acknowledging his position.