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

Aspen sighed as her pups continued to let out various different squeaks and shouts. She watched as Hawthorn continued to annoy the rest of the litter by crawling towards Rowan and pushing against him. She picked up Hawthorn by his scruff and moved him to between his front paws. leaving him there momentarily while she nudged rowan closer to his sisters in the hopes they would all snuggle up. The two sisters seemed to have got the idea, perhaps the white furred male would follow suit.

She turned her head back to Hawthorn and began to groom him, perhaps she could convince him to sleep there. Between her paws up against her chest. If only to stop him from squishing his siblings.