Golden Glade metanoia

Every so often, Nico still caught her sending him sideways glances. When he flashed her a smile, he noticed with an amused look in his green eyes that she looked away almost immediately, her eyes on her paws and a shadow of a smile developing on her lips. The soldier kept his gaze on her for a few longer seconds, concealing his curiousity behind impassive, cool, emerald orbs. He wondered what kind of wolf she was, and what kind of past she held.

Shalon told him that she was a loner, having been alone for sometime and when Charley offered her a place, she joined. Yet her words implied something different; he presumed that she'd never been part of a pack before and a part of him twinged in sympathy for her before remembering his natal pack; it was a complete shit hole. So, Nico supposed that in a way, not being in a pack could be a good thing. But he didn't know her that well, so he didn't go around making judgements.

He stopped and looked at her then, his bad boy smile tugging at the edge of his lips. "So," Nico murmured, "How's pack life treating you?"