Golden Glade I'll Always Welcome A Friends Face

Aspen joined him, licked his muzzle, and for a moment he was distracted by the approach of his friend. Rumbling happily in his chest, the half blind man reached out to nuzzle his wifes shoulder.
                  "Hello Queen Aspen, my goddess."
A charming grin spread across his face, and it only widened when the lanky brown man finally came into view. Like them, he was excited, and approached with a wagging tail and relaxed demeanor, but minding the borders. Hell, Charley wouldn't have even cared: Zaavier was a friend, and was at least welcome to visit whenever.
                               "Zaavier! Long time no see, my friend. Are you settling close by?"
They drew closer together, and the scent of other wolves was thick on Zaaviers fur. A pack, followers: he, too, had at least come part of the way founded his own home and completed his own dream.