Golden Glade say you won't let go

Shalon, who sat dozing within her den in the tunnels, a spot she prefered over the fridged stone that she took residence in during the summer. She turned her head to the sound of her Queen's howl, calling for the Duchess herself. Quirking her head to the side, she heard the sorrow and the grief, causing Shalon to rise to her paws and head out into the pale forest of the Court. She had heard steps within the tunnels, however there were so many wolves living inside that she rarely gave the pitter patters any thought. Although this time she wished she had. As she exited the tunnels she quickly found the sent of her Queen and headed in her direction.

Coming up behind the women, Shalon couldn't see the reason for the sadness filled call the Queen had let out moments earlier. She heard the mother sob along side her daughter, but couldn't see what had offended them so. "Aspen?" She called softly, and quietly, with a gentleness Shalon didn't know she possessed. "Aspen what hap..." She dropped off suddenly, as she stepped aside to try and glance at the faes maw. Her stormy eyes falling on the body of the albino pup, who was obviously no longer with them. A tear came to her eye, watching the two other females. Shalon admitted that she didn't know the pups all that well. She prefered to keep her distance, however she also prided herself on her ability to protect everyone. She was a fighter and a leader, it was her job. But seeing one so young dead within her land brought a great anger from deep within the multi-hued woman, and a deep soul bitting sadness should couldn't help but be stunned. As a tear fell from her eyes she lifted her muzzel to the sky and let loose a mournful, hollow filled howl. Honouring the soul of a pup she had viewed as a nephew, even if it was from a distance.

What had happened?

Who would do this?

Was there an intruder?

I failed him.

She broke at her last thought, and stepped alongside the Queen, her adopted sister Aspen. Nosing her, trying to offer an comfort she could. Lowering her nose to the small pup, she nosed the girl softly, "Rose." She spoke in a whisper, trying to comfort the young one. She almost missed the scent of Alder on the Rowan, but tried to brush it off. "Aspen what happened?" She spoke barely above a whisper. Shalon needed to know if they were in danger, if there was someone to go after.