Golden Glade Rise Of The Court

Charley could feel the time drawing near in which they would be official, and they would truly claim Golden Glade as their own. For now, there was work to be done: @Ayla's time had come to be made his and Aspen's Dame, the highest rank within the Inner Circle. She'd proven many times that she deserved it, and it was the least Charley could do. 
So, rising early in the morning, Charley padded quietly from @Aspens side and through the tunnels. He was amazed that paws even as large as his own made little noise, but was glad for it as he slipped past Ayla's tunnel and eventually out into the cool morning air. It was already warm, and the King set out with the mission to hunt in mind. Not for himself, or even Aspen, but for Ayla. It wasn't part of the ceremony, just more of a thanks to the pale woman for all she'd done. 

Somewhere near an hour later, the patched man was striding back towards the summit with a fat pheasant hanging limp in his mighty jaws. It'd been difficult to catch, truthfully, and hunting with half of his sight and hearing ability was a new experience, but nonetheless he'd been quick enough to snatch it by the neck and crush its spine. This time, as he went back down the stony but welcoming tunnels, he was not quiet, but still did not make much noise. It was not until he came to the pool of the meeting den that he was able to use his vocal chords, but as soon as he was able to tip up his muzzle, he loosed a quiet, low howl for both his wife and their newest initiate. Being the only wolves in the Inner Circle, nobody else would be welcomed: but after this Ayla would be able to flaunt her new rank to all however she saw fit. 
He sat tall beside the crystal pool, tail wagging beside him and blue eye sparkling in anticipation of what's about to happen.