Golden Glade metanoia

Shalon looked skeptically at the male before her, "The King?" She took a step or two forward, reaching for the scent of her king upon the wolf. If he had been accept she would find his scent easily. Which she did. The scent was easy to find and it relaxed Shalon, knowing he wasn't an intruder. She nodded accepting his story. Althoug she still remained distant, still weary of the stranger. "I am Shalon." She too dipped her head in greeting.

She took in his features, his size, and his athletic build. She was intrigued to say the least. "Welcome to the Royal Fire Court." It was delayed, as if an after thought, but she was transfixed by his bright green eyes. She had never seen such a brilliant eye colour before.