Golden Glade Forsaketh thy sins, or thou shalt perish

Anyone Inner Circle wolves are welcome to see what's going on as I assume she'll be pretty loud throughout the initial thread. @Sylvas Streiter, if you wanna play it like you've heard her from the outside then that's fine. I'll be playing Estelle in under the same guise. Set for around dawn of 11.13.2016.

The world was silent. Every creature, both big and small, had long since retired into their homes. The sun had said goodnight to the world below hours past and the moon now held her reign over the land. Peace. Not even the restless souls of the pups stirred their sleeping bodies from well-earned sleep. The hours of dusk were a time of tranquility; indeed, the world was silent.

Then, from the depths of the tunnels, did Eden's cry erupt.

It was as though the very essence of her being had been sucked from her, taken away but an unknown theif in the night. The first cry was enough to leave her struggling for breath and choking on her own shock, let alone the force that came with the second. The blood-curdling call for help rang against the walls of her den and throughout the intricate system of tunnels it sat in.
Eden was beginning to hyperventilate. Never in her life had she experienced such a torment, nor been in such agony. She sat alone in the dark, sobbing through each wave, unsure of how to react. 

Help me. Someone, anyone, please help me.

All that she could think of were the pups. This had to have been it, right? This was what Essie saw, this was the big secret, right? The thought of this suffering being the reason behind her cousin's silence was much more comforting than thinking that it was because of what might come of it. Another wave hit, but this time the anguish came with something new: vomit. Eden was sitting up, thankfully, when the stream of vomit came from her maw, and yet she still managed to choke. The mess was a mixture of scraps and thin blood trails, and it didn't quite stop there.
Rather than having mercy on her soul, the torture only advanced from there. She was too sick to keep upright and yet if she lay down, the pains got worse. Eden whimpered to herself and cried out once more, this scream different from the rest. It was born not just of the torturous pains running along her skin, but of panic. This marked the first time in a long time that Eden was afraid for her life.