Grouse Thicket Let it be. Let me be.

Aspen sighed long and hard as the pale female explained that Aspen was the one sulking in one of her favourite abodes. "Well how was I supposed to know that, last time I checked this was no man's land," Aspen spoke rather sarcastically and with an emotionless tone. Her gaze returned over the lands in front of her. 

Though her mind was empty. She was tired. Emotionly drained and pregnant. All things that never bode well together. Perhaps this wolf would leave, though based on past experiences with her, Aspen was in for a long night.