Golden Glade metanoia

Shalon nodded her head agreeing with his pligth. She never considered herself a soldier, more a survivor, but she could hold her own in a fight. She wasn't really sure what being a soldier entailed, her mother and brother were definitely NOT soldiers, but she gave a mental shrug if he wanted to fight for her pack then she wouldn't question it. She continued to glance his way, although she told herself it was due to suspicion, her glances where something more.

Shalon herself was unknowning of her own grace and beauty, she had never met another who thought her beautiful aside from her mother. Yet this handsom male made her wonder, it was a trivial matter however. Although his smile in her direction caused her to become slightly flustered. Looking away quickly, she looked to her paws, a small micro smile developed on her own lips. "I'm a loner." She stated simply, "I have been alone for sometime, when King Charley offered me a spot in his pack I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be in a pack." Shalon's voice strayed, she wasn't really one for sharing. He told her his reason for being here and she shared the same. Her silver eyes, shined silently, she was happy. Although she had yet to realise how happy she was.