Golden Glade enchanté.

Aster listened to his words, considering each one individually. It didn't much surprise her that Eden hadn't mentioned her before -- a lot of what they'd been through together took a toll on her cousin, so she wasn't offended by learning that she hadn't been spewing her history to every wolf she'd met. But her mate? Admittedly, Aster was a bit confused as to why even her mate was oblivious.
We, Eden and I, aren't from around here either. We're from waaay up north. We grew up together until, um...until we were...separated. I didn't see her for a long time after that since weren't even a year old when it'd all happened, but I never forgot about her. Aster thought back to when they were pups and her pack merged into theirs. She remembered chasing butterflies with Eden and laughing in the meadows. She remembered giggling and joking around during their lessons. She remembered the first fall they'd been in when Eden explained to her cousin what each color was like and how the leaves fell so effortlessly onto the ground. But most of all, Aster remembered her father did to them -- Emory's cries for her children still rang through her ears at night.