Golden Glade train.

Alder had done a lot of mulling over their newest recruit: she'd been a part of another pack, he'd scented it on her coat. She was also partially if not mostly blind, and related to Eden by blood. Was she really only here to be with Eden? Like with all of their new recruits, he was sure to trace their progress, finding their scents around the Glade, on hunted prey, mixing with the borders. Nothing so far made him any less willing to trust her -- when the call rang out to call to him, he went. 

The King found her, sitting patiently, and approached much louder than he usually did; allowing his massive paws to slap the earth with each step so that she might feel his approach. 

                            "You called, Aster?"