Golden Glade Be my mirror, my sword and shield

His wolves reacted with swiftness, and the King listened limply as Heartha unfroze and took Ayla towards the tunnels.His wounds, being cleaned by both Skeet and Aspen, burned, but the minutes lapse gave him enough time to focus more thoughts into orders. Panting heavily from the pain, Charley heaved himself into an upright position, closing his eye as dizziness consumed him. Just a little further. 
                     "S-Skeet, assist Aspen in helping me to the tunnels, if you will. Ayla and I can rest in the meeting cave for a while, until she can claim her own den within it."
Moaning with the effort, Charley struggled slowly to his paws with the help of his wife and friend. With a glance at the bear, blood still dripping from his closed eye and wounded face, the patchwork alpha snarled weakly. The Gentry wolves might not be allowed to home within the tunnels, but he was not so rude as to not allow them access to store prey and help their comrades. 
                                   "Shalon, you are in charge of portioning this out, getting the most nutritious bits to Ayla, and making sure it's cached within the tunnels. Ask who you please to help you. Everyone.... Thank you. This was a great victory for the Royal Fire Court."
With that, Charley departed. He guided the small party to the summit and directly into the pale light. The main tunnel was strong with the scent of the alphas, but in time other Inner Circle members would mark it as well to show it led to a communal place. Once there, he went right to the pool of water and lay down beside it, motioning for Heartha to bring Ayla before shooing Skeet and the pale nursemaid back to Shalon. It wasn't long before darkness enveloped the King, and he went limp in the cool cave. 


[ooc] Skipping Ayla and slight PP of a few wolves, last post from Charley! Feel free to wrap this thread up with one more post, but I'll leave this