Golden Glade Angel [m]

Nico had just finished his daily patrol and was beginning his daily, rather aimless, wanderings around the packlands. As far as he was concerned, there was nothing to do...yet. He'd done patrols, filled the caches, sparred with a tree — all the usuals. Now was his time for peaceful meditation while admiring the beautiful view of Golden Glade, despite it's somewhat suffocating presence. A few days ago, while he was on the same meditating journey, the soldier had located where the tunnels were. He stayed around the entrance for a few minutes, observing the opening with quiet interest before leaving. Nico knew only Inner Circle members were allowed in, and he didn't care much for tunnels anyways: too many closed walls, so he left without thinking much about it.

But today, when the silver creature crossed by the exact same spot he'd passed just days ago, a new tantalising scent drifted through the entrance, a scent he very much remembered from his past experiences. He licked his lips, eyes darting to scan his surroundings. In his current state of mind, however, the soldier wasn't very dilligent; he was too busy trying to convince the sane part of his brain that this was a good idea. Obviously, it wasn't, given the fact that Charley would probably attempt to kill him, but in his current predicament, that was the last thing on his mind.

The sterling male lingered by the entrance before sticking his head in, inhaling sharply and he took one step forward, testing his boundaries. It wouldn't be long before his mind completely unravelled and he gave in to his homones, but for now, some of his self-control still lingered, though that too was slowly fading away.