Golden Glade Hells Angels

Shalon was in a brooding mood. Her mind full of the trip she had taken up almost a month ago now. Her friend was missing, his pack disappeared. Shalon and Freya had found the faint scent of the Silvertip Mountain pack, however it was obvious that no one had attended to the borders in quite sometime. They had left. Shalon didn't know why, or where they had gone. But she did want to find them. Although she was having doubts about the alliance, perhaps they were to far away. Could they still help each other? Shalon huffed, she knew she was to distracted to really be of much use at the moment. However her duty still called to her. She was a loyal member of the Court and they all needed to be on guard. With more pups then adults milling around there could be serious consequences for a lapse in judgment.

She was also in a bit of a hoop considering there were only two wolves left who hadn't had pups this season. All the parents were midly distracted, and she found herself unwilling to ask a new parent to leave their young inorder to help secure the borders. She would gladly call on Streiter, but she knew that Eden might need him. Alder had obviously been working hard to keep the borders up, she coud easily find his scent along the trail she used for her own patrols. That only left Freya. Of course the girl would help if asked, but Shalon wished that they had more experienced mercenaries within their small family. Shalon was growing weary of the next 9 months, while the pups grew into their own. Sighing softly she paused in her thoughts, taking a minute to sit back and think about everything.

"Dammit!" She swore to herself, slapping her paw upon the ground. "I think to much." Shalon sighed to herself once more. A common occurence. Perhaps this was to much for her. She still felt as though she was so new to pack life that it was hard to know what to do as a leader in the pack. She always thought of the threats that surround her family. She grew more and more pessimistic as the days grew on. She vowed to speak with Alder and Aspen about the pups. This couldn't happen again, there are just so many! Shalon turned to head back to the tunnels, after these pups were grown she would beg the royal pair to only allow breeding between the two of them. Only one litter at a time. 

Nodding her head slowly, she was so lost in her thoughts that she almost missed it. The breeze blew gently against her face, the cold air bring with it the scent of an unknown. She growled slightly, and lifted her snout to the air searching for the origin of the smell. She followed it the best she could and stumbled apon a shadow at the border. He just sat there. No movement. No howl. 

What does he want?

She slowly walked toward him, her tail held high and her ears errect. He hadn't tresspassed, and he didn't look like he would. She treated his body language accordingly. Shalon was alert and ready, but not overly aggressive more warning like. 

I wonder who he is.

"You know a howl is usually the best way to ask for an audience." She stated firmly, staring at him with her silver eyes, Shalon waited to see what he would do. She stood across from him, still in Court territory.

Sorry for the long one!!!!! I just couldn't stop typing hehe