Golden Glade metanoia

Shalon nodded, more out of acknowledgment than understanding, who would prefer a warzone? She though to herself, although she could see the slight sadness in his eyes, so refrained from asking the question that hovered at the tip of her tongue. She stayed silent by his side, letting him come to terms with his past, with his possibly festering wounds. To give him time she occupied her time rubbing her shoulder against a tree, leaving her scent behind.

"Well." Shalon stated looking once again toward Nico, searching for his apple green eyes. "I hope you find a home here." She stated quietly, she knew others had issues with the laws of the pack, but she also knew that being a small and new pack, they needed the strength of a soldier. "At the moment we need you strength Nico." She looked shyly away from him, "You are a soldier, and we have few fighters among us." She confessed her worry, hoping he could understand its root.