Golden Glade And then there was another

Shalon turned softly as the woman whom she had been searching for in fact found herself instead. Shalon would lend the other woman a small smile, before dipping her head in greeting. "Hello." Looking over the girl with her silver orbs, Shalon was hopeful of the lady's future within the pack, although he expediated promotion into the inner circle was not Shalon's idea she hoped it had not been a mistake on Alder's part. "Is it safe to assume you are Alder's sister. Emory?" Shalon ventured, wanting to know and understand this woman. Good, bad. Worthy, unworthy. 

Shalon took a small step forward, reaching forward to take inthe woman's scent, and putting it to memory. She knew everyone's scent, as was her duty as Duchess. Her brown and  grey coat, was of small contrast to the snow that surrounded them. Although the snow wasn't so deep considering the dense outcropping of trees above them that prevented to heavy a snow fall.