Golden Glade shit

When the Gentry pulled away, Alder's face fell in hurt and confusion. Why wouldn't she allow him to help her? He'd just opened his mouth to insist when she went on: Estelle didn't know who'd done it, but just based off of the information that it was a woman with a problem with the Court that would attack on sight, Alder had enough information. Up until Shalon's run-in with her -- and apparently Nico -- the wench had gone unnamed, but his loyal Duchess had gained such information.

                 "Aeronwyn. That fuckin' bitch. Estelle, I'm so sorry -- I don't know what the hell is wrong with that woman but she's always picked fights with us. I'd confront her this moment if I knew where the fuck she and her pack hid out."

Anger seethed from every part of the King, tail lashing and ears pinned; his lips were pulled back in a silent snarl as he spat the venomous words at the earth. 

                                             "I'll find her, Estelle, and I'll make her pay for this. I want you to stay in the borders until further notice, understood? If you absolutely have to go, call someone to go with you. For right now, though, Eden needs you -- something happened, but you'd have to talk to Heartha for any information. You can visit Eden with Sylvas, down to her den and right back out when you're done, not a paw elsewhere. He'll be keeping a close watch on her until she gets better."