Golden Glade how far i'll go

Emory gladly took up the space beside Rose, glancing down at her ginger coat before refocusing on where she was going. Her short and blunt answer wasn't satisfying for the woman, and her tailed flicked slightly in determination. "About?" She prodded, eagerly wanting to know why the pup was so far from her den. She seemed solemn, and the agouti mistress couldn't allow seeing the few family she held left to fall into a depressed state. Yes, at the moment she was filled with rage, but she knew well soon enough the melancholy situation would hit her hard.

She now realized how dumb the question was, of course she was thinking about her lost father, though unknowingly her sister and mother. "Nevermind that, listen, Rose." Emory moved to stand in front of her niece with glum eyes. "You can do this."