Golden Glade The Next Generation

Aspen approached and began toying with the herbs, so Eden partially released the breath she'd been holding since her arrival. She heard Alder's voice nipping at her ear from the entryway, saying that she would be allowed within the circle if her help would guide things smoothly. The idea of being trusted so highly was lovely, yes, but it was the least of her concerns. Having so many hormonal women in one whelping den was her real worry, so when the other femme suggested that she go and fetch more herbs, she did so without hesitation. I'll be nearby. Call for me, should anything change.