Golden Glade empty

In some way, Eden's argument made sense - with Winter approaching, his young would need all the milk possible, but not all at once. His uncertainty was clear, and he made no move to hide the crinkling of his muzzle and the tip of his head. 

             "Take it up with Heartha. If she agrees, then I'll allow it - she's our midwife, after all."

He was not in the least worried about their loyalty - Alder was pleased to give them the benefit of the doubt on that one, for if they did not, well, they would lose much more than an irrisponsible sister.