Golden Glade it would be well for you to return to your own country

The shade closed his eyes meditatively as he waited for a reply. His mind wandered, his surroundings by no means forgotten. It wasn't long before he was answered, rather sternly, by a smaller, younger female. She was a delicate sight — her fur looking soft yet marred by the harshness of the wilds. Something about her body suggested a life outside of the wilderness; a life he was familiar with through hearsay. But she stood before him, her body neutral for the moment.

He flashed a smile at her, Greetings, my lady, He said softly, unaware of the nature of this pack. I summoned one of your pack to inquire the whereabouts of someone,