Golden Glade When no one is left

Last Round?

Shalon looked at each of them slowly, trying to catch each of their eyes. Some averted, others still stood in dis-believe. She wasn't sure what might be found within her own silver orbs? She wasn't particularily scared, more sad. A sadness that had been looming over her and the whole pack it seemed since Alder's first betrayal to Aspen and his disapperance. Shalon would do what she could to follow in her beloved sister's paw prints.

The now self-proclaimed ruler looked at Eden, "Yes Eden." She said softly, turning her back on the wolves of the Glade. Taking her previous position atop the boulder, she stood before them turning with the confidence she hoped was that of a leader. "I am the Queen." Shalon hoped this would give some comfort, but knew that others were struggling still. Emory and Heartha to say the least.