Golden Glade The Next Generation

As everyone was warned away from the Queen, Alder stood - when Heartha had come through the entrance, the ruler shifted forward, but did not move into the den itself. Instead, he stood guard, sometimes peering in at Aspen and other times just staring blankly at a wall - but even the slightest of movement beside him, the rest of the world, his lips curled. Nobody would be allowed in there for a long, long while. Freya's scent was one of those times - a snarl of warning told she and whoever else was lurking far, far above that they were not invited. He didn't know if she could or would hear, but the warning was out all the same - even Heartha's way would be blocked by the father. 

After a long while and four puppies later - one of which screamed the entire time, two of which barely made a noise, and one that wailed until milk was given - Aspen finally settled. Even now, Alder sent a glaring sweep of his eye backwards - it was only when he was sure he would not be followed did he slip into the den. He didn't come any further than the entrance, but his one blue eye was able to settle on his children from here - one as pure as freshly fallen snow, two draped in the same color of amber, and one that was almost totally black. Awe took over, and his jaw hung limp and open as he breathed praise to his wife.

                          "A-Aspen.... You did perfect, Angel.... We're.... PARENTS."

He'd been allowed much closer the first time he'd done this, but he'd learned his lesson - these children would survive, and he would be a good father. To hell with the hawks and coyotes.....