Golden Glade /trepəˈdāSH(ə)n/

A soft growl escaped his lips as Heartha's words sounded, not helping his nerves on the situation. Frantically the male peered around the den, his eyes soon returning to Eden's sprawled form still upon the ground. This wasn't how it was going to end, as soon as Heartha gave the go ahead to open her mouth, the mercenary didn't hesistate. Carefully, the brown and gray male pried his mate's mouth open, turning her head to one side, whilst gently pulling her bottom jaw with his paw.

Gradually his golden eyes peered back to his pack mate, pink tongue nervously escaping his mouth as he licked at his dry lips, ”I've got her mouth open, quickly place the herb.” He spoke, his voice on edge as he turned his head to look at the silver hued female.