Heron Lake Plateau quam amoena

Charley approached with caution, and she too watched him like she was unsure. Not afraid, but ready to make her leave should he give her a reason to. The ragged-pelted man dipped his head in a show that he meant no harm, chuffing gently in her direction. A small but ever charming smile spread slightly over his face, but he came no closer than the shore a few yards from where she'd entered. 
                 "I'm Charley, Charley Pryor."
Suddenly, he recognized her scent: it was the group who'd been staying in Sun Mote Copse, just beside the Glade. Was this the leader? The King hadn't seen or heard of the group since moving here, and he assumed they were doing the same thing he and Aspen were: starting over and building their own pack from the ground. Nonetheless, they'd left him and the Court alone, and for that he was willing to be friendly. If this one was pregnant, she was either a leader or her alpha was clearly not overly dominant. 
                              "Are you a part of the group over in the Copse? I'm from Golden Glade, my wife and our followers have been trying to settle there."