Golden Glade Whispering Waters

Rowan grumbled as he tottered to his paws, shaking out his pelt and using his mother as balance as she helped -- he delivered a few thankful licks to her face and chirped happily to show he was okay, but the scent of water again called his attention. This was not the icy, stone-flavored water that he expected from the Sanctuary pond, but a stagnant, life-filled water. 

                         "Water?"

Turning his ruby eyes to Aspen, he tipped his head in silent question: "can we go check it out?". He didn't realize she might already know what the place was, but intended to see the place with his own gaze.