Cedar Sweep Plus One

Onward Charley walked, loping slowly through the woods and enjoying the warm evening air.  Far too soon the Fall would be here, and the cold and hungry months of Winter soon after. 
Charley hated the snow and and ice and the cold, everything about Winter really. He always had, even when Emory had wanted him to play in the fluffy white powder with her. And what was great about the cold, especially when you were wet from the snow! 
When the scent of another broke through Charley's thoughs, he stopped, blue eye sweeping the undergrowth for movement on all sides. His ears swiveled, but for the longest moment the King could not pinpoint thing his nose demanded was close. 
Soon, it was proven right, and a male slipped from the shadows to his right. The chuff brought Charley's body with the turn of his face, and though at first his orange hackles rose, seeing the strangers neutral pose brought them flat again. The two stood silent for a moment, both tall and stoic but neither pushing for dominance. They were simply two proud creatures who needed to show that they meant business. As a smile spread across the greyscale man's face, a grin formed on Charley's blackened face. You rang?
      "I did, I suppose, didn't I? I was just out on an evening stroll, see if there was anyone in need of a home."
His one good eye, the only open one, scanned over the one to answer. He was athletic, muscled and a boy, finally and likely a warrior. Not that his pack of girls wasn't strong by themselves, it was a little awkward being the only male left. At least, if until Skeet came back. 
                        "You see, I'm the King of the pack that rules over Golden Glade, Charley Pryor. We call ourselves the Royal Fire Court."
He stopped again, waiting to see what the male thought of this so far. It was harmless information, and probably not much else would be given unless there was real interest. If not, then, that was okay too. Only the dedicated were allowed within the Court.