Golden Glade metanoia

Shalon herself had never been part of a war, nor any battles. Although she had seen a slaughter, and so far she hadn't seen anything quite so terrible since arriving in the Glade. She simply nodded, Shalon was still weary of the pale female she encountered at the border shortly after her own arrival. Was she a lone wolf? Or did she had back-up? Where they merely waiting for the opportune moment. She wouldn't voice her concerns to the male however, instead a small smile came to her, "That must be a relieve." Shalon looked to the male once more, she wasn't sure what to make of him, he was certainly handsom, she couldn't deny she was attracted. Even though she wasn't really sure what that meant. "Do you plan on staying here? In peace, or do you plan to return to the wars and the battles?" It was perhaps a bold question, but at the moment she couldn't care.