Golden Glade Territorial Pissings (All of Your Base are Belong to Us)

Emory wasn't sure what was going on, but she smelled foreign wolves, many, many, foreign wolves. Instantly her mind jumped to her niece and nephew, she sprinted forward in a quick frenzy towards the children, gathering their scent as soon as she could. It wasn't long until she stood at Eden's den, a wave of relief crashing on to her once spotting the two young faces within the den, along with two more. "You're okay." Her voice spilled with solace, stepping toward the two of them. They were the last things in her life keeping her from going insane, and the idea of them getting hurt was unbearable. 

She stepped closer to the group group of yearlings, appalled no one was here to look after them. "What's going on?" Emory insisted, confused, but then it hit her. Reek. He was here, why? She knew well that her brother and him hardly got along but the idea of him coming to the Court was...terrifying. "Shit. I mean, uh, sorry, stay here." Emory quickly, before either could deny, gave the two a quick nudge, before bursting off again, tracing the smell of her once close friend.

There he stood, as dominant as ever, growling at her family, and it felt like she was being hit in the chest. Alder left, Aspen gone, children lost, and now her once best friend attacking her home, her last family. "Reek!" She cried, stepping forward between her three adversaries. "What in God's name are you doing?" There was no trace of anger in her voice, but pure confusion. How? How could this be happening?