Golden Glade Oblivion

Nico came back from his little trip outside, but now, he was a tad bit anxious. He knew, for a fact, that he would be staying until the Pyror's pack had been claimed and successfully founded in the Golden Glade, but he didn't know if he was going to stay for a long time beyond that. It was just another feeling in his gut, telling him that he'd made yet another mistake. He'd ignored it for sometime now, but the meeting with Aeronwyn had made him come to some sort of decision, a decision that he didn't want, but needed to do.

For now, Nico would do his best as a packmate of the Court. He would concentrate on doing his best, later, he would think.

Nicolas trotted towards the borders; he did patrols often, for in a way, they helped him clear his mind. He noticed a figure ahead of him though, and paused for a second. She seemed unfamiliar, and he had not met her yet. Then he shrugged, and approached, chuffing softly to announce his presence. "Mind if I join you on patrol? Sorry, I haven't met you yet. I'm Nicolas, Charley accepted me several days ago."