Golden Glade empty

Eden's voice shook as she sniffled through a deep breath. Alder was right; Eden had bigger fish to fry now, what with three litters including one of her own. It didn't hurt to have more available to the growing youths of the pack, but it hurt to hear it said when the wound was so fresh. I've been keeping a cache. I wanted to deliver some parsley to Aspen to help regulate her milk flow. Work would help her keep her mind off of the trauma, so for now she would do as much of it as she could.
And thank you Alder. You didn't have to take her, or any of us in. But you did, and I appreciate it. I owe you hugely and I plan to prove to you that none of this was in vain.