Golden Glade One minute I'm in Central Park, Then I'm down on Delancey Street

Heartha slept soundly until her internal clock decided to wake her up to check on her young ones. She groggily lifted her head, her eyes slowly opening to get a look at Tulip and Bramble. Her two most precious children. She counted them, starting with Tulip. One, two, three...Her tired relaxed smile changed into a confused expression as she recounted, then spied the third. One of Aspen's pups.

She stood herself up, being careful of Tulip and went over next to Bramble. "What are you doing away from your mother, little one?" she asked in a soft voice, not knowing whether or not it could understand nor caring. heartha went to the entrance to peek out, looking for Alder or Aspen.