Golden Glade Amaaaaaaaaaaaazing Grace, How Sweeeeeeeeet The Sound

Rowan and Tiger had been tusseling on the cool tunnel floor when Aspen approached -- the twin clambered off of him, and though Rowan grumbled, he too turned to Mother with a faint smile. Her words wiped it away, however, and he listened with a frown -- he would not like what he saw, but that would not keep him from his mother. Even at this point in his life, she was the dearest thing to his heart and he strove to protect and please her but he didn't always want to listen, per say. 

Behind the ginger Princess he strode, choosing only to let the women lead because his mother was one of them. He kept only feet back, taking his time in following and taking in all the sights his sensitive eyes finally picked up in the hazy morning light. 

When they came upon his father in the forest, Rowan's brow furrowed -- what was going on? Why wouldn't he have liked thi- oh. 

Beside Father, there was the body of a wolf. His snowy, silver tinged pelt rose, and it was at that moment he rushed to the side of Aspen. The eldest Brood boy danced around her paws, keeping under her belly but staying out of her way until they settled at the head of what would soon be the pack. This, he was already familar with, and he loved the attention -- but why was the body here?

Tigerlily's question rang out in his perked ears, and he snorted at once. 

                       "S'not nice, Tiger." 

His words, for once, did not hold the malice it usually did in his scolding, were softer than they'd ever been in his life. He was too curious to really be mean right now.