Golden Glade Is anybody out there? Is anybody listening?

Shalon who had been relaxing in the cool water of the stream no to far from the entrance of the tunnel had heard the howl for Alder from her Queen Aspen. However had not thought twice about it, why wouldn't she want to see her husband. Shrugging she went back to her relaxation. The sun had just started to show itself over the landscape and Shalon was in the process of her mourning routine. After this she would head for the border and then head out to do some hunting. Shalon peaked through her closed eyelids as Aspen called once again, however the sound was weaker than what Shalon was used to. Tilting her head in concern and question she rose from the water and did the best she could to rid herself of the wet water clinging to her pelt.

She wasn't completely successful although she padded softly through the trees, toward the entrance of the tunnels. Early fallen leaves stuck to her damp paws. She came upon a sad sight, one that filled her with sadness and concern. She gasped slightly, "Aspen?" Shalon approached quickly, her wet fur forgotten, "Aspen? Why are you crying? What happened?" She looked around slowly, she couldn't find the scent of Alder aside from the faint scent of his being long gone. "Where is Alder?" Surely if the male knew his wife was crying her would be here. She had called for him.