Golden Glade I'll Always Welcome A Friends Face

"Hey Aspen, Charley," he said, glancing at the pretty woman, then to her mate, his friend. "How have you two been fairing?" He asked, glancing behind them. He had already noted the borders, and the territory behind them seemed to be a decent one. He could see in the distance, the opening to his valley, and his tail wagged. They would be close.

He could tell that they were itching to know everything, as Charley's question proved his theory. "M' settling just over there, in the valley," he told them proudly.