Golden Glade metanoia

Shalon had been on her morning walk, she often woke long before the sun, and this day was no exception. Her morning walk consisted of visiting Heartha's den site, saying good morning if the fae was around, and then heading toward the tunnels. She would great any who were outside, although most were usually asleep within the tunnels that she didn't have access too. This was followed by a quick jaunt upto the border.

During her trip to the border she found a new scent, one she had never met before. She had noticed it a few days ago. She was slightly anxious of the scent, however she trusted that Charley had probably just accepted another member. A member that was taking over the duties of scenting the border.

This scent she was on was fresh, like brand new! Shalon followed it, her grey and brown fur noticeable above the green grass of the border. As she grew closer she noticed a figure in the distance, a large wolf stood before her. She approached quickly, however with caution. "Who are you?" Shalon spoke forcefully, and with the authority of border patrol. She had no intention of being rude however, she needed to know who he was before she could relax. Her tail and head held high, her ears alert. She was ready for anything.