Golden Glade metanoia

Nico nodded, "Yes, the King." Somehow, the word 'King' didn't come easily to his tongue. The deWinter attributed it to the fact that he'd never been part of a kingdom before and that he just wasn't used to it. But he knew, deep inside, what the reason was; he just refused to acknowledge it. Either ways, it didn't really matter. He wasn't someone that was meant to sugarcoat words and sentences, he was a soldier and he was here to fight for the pack, to serve the pack the way he knew it, nothing else.

Nico watched as she stepped closer, black nostrils flaring as she caught Charley's scent on him. She nodded and introduced herself. "Shalon," he rolled the word along his tongue before flashing her a crooked smile, "Pleasure to meet you." He noticed her looking over him, perhaps analysing his use, or admiring his body. It didn't matter to him, in his brain, the two of them were pretty much the same. "Thank you," he grinned at her, green eyes flashing with gentle amusement. 

He turned around then, "Care to join me on a patrol?" he invited, canting his head slightly.