Golden Glade Come one, Come all

Aspen explained, and Alder nodded in agreement even though he was barely listening -- behind his vision, all he could see was a long legged, graceful girl with a plush toffee coat -- but trusted her to make good decisions with their puppies. His one blue eye trailed over the silvery woman and their cubs again, lingering on Rowan with distaste and confusion: how had the little runt survived so long? Why had this albino survived where his first children had not? Why would this sickly thing one day have claim to the Golden Glade throne, instead of his Lily? Unfair as it was, he felt it and didn't deny it -- perhaps maybe out loud, but nobody ever called him out on it -- and as if reading his fathers mind, newly-awoken Rowan sent a malicious scarlet glare Alder's way. Perhaps he could feel the King's dislike of him, or perhaps it was just a coincidence that the two hated each other, but Rowan sure did make it more obvious than Alder did.