Golden Glade metanoia

Nico had only met two of his packmates so far, Ayla and Charley, which, to be honest, wasn't much at all. He had decided that he would make it his mission, later on today, to find as many of his packmates as possible - preferably all of them - and get to know them a bit. After all, if it ever came down to it and they had to fight together, it was best if he knew them all. Not that he wanted their fledgling pack to go to battle, of course.

He heard her before he saw her, her scent strong in the air as she approached, and her voice sharp and forceful. He stopped and turned around abruptly, brilliant green eyes landing on her form curiously. She wore a coat of grays and tans, and her eyes, a piercing shade of silver bore into him fiercely. The soldier did not blame her for asking him, or demanding, in her case, for he knew that as he was new, she probably needed to know who he was first. He would be doing the exact same in her case.

So, he flashed her his trademark smile and dipped his head respectfully in greeting. "Nicolas, but everyone calls me Nico," he said. "Charley recruited me several days ago," he told her, just in case she got the wrong idea. "And you?"