Golden Glade Shadows In The Night

Charley was a notoriously heavy sleeper, known for sleeping like a rock even through the heaviest storms and leakiest dens. But when Aspen startled in the dead of the night, his body responded to her softest of gasps. Both eyes snapped open, even the ripped up one that resembled... well.... Nothing. It was simply a wound, a pale pink gash scored where his eye used to be. Only one moved, flicking to Aspen as a choked whine fell from his throat. He could feel the tension in the air and the rigidness in her frame, and though she was already laying along his underside, he shifted close and put his foreleg over her. 
                       "Shhh..... It's okay, my goddess. I'm here."