Golden Glade You Can't Take Me, I'm Free!

The queen let out a long sigh as her pups, well all but one, began to let out shrieks and crystal again for what seemed like no reason to the queen. She lifted her head though it felt like it weighed a done as she had not slept huge amounts in the past few days. She nosed a couple of her pups shifting hawthorn gently off of rose and making sure Rowan was okay. 

Rowan was the pup that concerned her, his fur white as snow and pink skin and pale pads and nose and substantial lack of size for the first born made her worry that something was wrong with him. Perhaps soon she would get Heartha to come and check on them. Before she had her puppies though.

Aspen mentally groaned at the thought, with the amount of noise these four make she couldn't imagine there being more of them. 

Aspen began to lick the puppies in the hopes she could some how convince them to quiet down and go back to sleep. Though there seemed no immediate end in sight.