Golden Glade For the Sleepless Wanderings

Aspen was up late again. Sleep was not her friend these days. Not only that ut she couldn't settle her mind over these nightmares she kept having so it was hard for her to get off. That background fear that each night would trigger another unwanted memory. Why have they come back? She thought to herself trailing through the trees of her territory not quite sure where she was headed. Her paws just made her move, a gentle breeze ruffling through her fur. 

It wasn't long before she noticed where she was heading. Shalon's den. Though she couldn't quite figure out why, perhaps the silver queen would pay her a visit. Provided she was awake. If Shalon was not awake however, Aspen would likely just wander aimlessly until she felt tired enough to return to her den. 

Soon enough she reached the clearing and caught a glimpse of the fae laying on top of the rock. She let out a soft chuff so as not to startle Shalon who was staring up at the stars. Aspen hoped she wasn't intruding on anything too important.