Golden Glade /trepəˈdāSH(ə)n/

Alder entered the den first, groggy and yet still frantic. He asked what was wrong, what'd happened but all Eden could do was look into him with pleading eyes. She was shaking in pain when Heartha arrived and asked about contractions. Was this it? Was it time already? Neither Heartha nor Aspen seemed to be in this much agony when they gave birth and it was at least two weeks too early for Eden's pups to come, so she frantically shook her head no.
Please... Her voice was barely above a breath and hidden behind the aching of her jaws. Another wave of nausea and Eden was lying on the ground, barely conscious. Of the few words (if you could call them that) which she managed to form, one stuck out: Help.