Golden Glade i will fight you

Eden hadn't left the pups much, but they were getting older and she had other duties to fulfill. She was trotting through the tunnels with her tail swaying behind her and a soft hum echoing from her throat when she saw Hawthorn's small, devastated form. She gave a low bark and slowed her pace, eventually coming to a stop only a few paces away. Hawthorn? she called, her voice low and soothing, How are you buddy? He was experiencing the same thing Eden had when she was only a few months older than him — both parents gone, siblings lost in the process. The only difference was that she had no one and he had people all around; she wanted to make sure he knew it, too.