Golden Glade Amaaaaaaaaaaaazing Grace, How Sweeeeeeeeet The Sound

Already knowing the cause for Alder's chilling call, Eden took up the scruff of both Sorrel and Kieran and began to make her way to the grave. Though the air was dangerously low temperatures for such young bodies to endure, to Eden, nothing showed more disrespect than neglecting to bring the pups to the woman who saved their lives.
Fatigued and sore, she lay down and adjusted the pups to her teats, curling around them for extra protection. She made sure that they did not lie on the ground, but rather on her paws which managed a full circle in front of her abdomen. Eden was distorted and uncomfortable, but her experience was weak in the light of Estelle's. Alder, Aspen, she greeted, temporarily neglecting the child's presence. There were no tears, nor was there pain, for all that the new mother could fathom was gratitude. Of course she hated that this was the price that needed to be paid, but Estelle had done so without practice, and the family's pride was what she deserved.