Golden Glade Angel [m]

Charley was thrilled with the way his life was going so far: He was a King, followed by loyal subjects that were already shifting more into friends and family, a wonderful, perfect Queen that was bound to go into heat any day now, and a gorgeous home to call his own! What more could he ask for?
Carrying in his jaws a fat, soft pheasant for Aspen, he headed off towards the tunnels. It wasn't until he drew close to the entrance that her scent reached him: warm, enticing, and.... Nico. He, too, was close, and with the Queen's hormones already ensnaring Charley, the unruly furred man rushed forward. A growl rumbled deep in his chest as he broke the trees, seeing the pale coat of his possible future General. He trotted close, hackles slightly poofed out and lips curling as the pheasant dropped behind Nico.
                     "I suggest you back away, now."
He didn't want to lose such a promising member, especially now, but he would not allow a single soul with a dick near his Queen. She was his, his alone, and he would be sure that was known even if Nico wasn't happy with it.