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

The thread of hope that had been holding Rose together snapped the second the girl realized they weren't going to win this battle. Her home had crumbled to pieces and there was nothing she could do about it. So many painful memories lied within these woods and yet the princess couldn't bring herself to hate this place. While grief and hatred had practically seeped their way into the trees here, Rose knew that there was also joy to be found. This was the last place she had seen her parents, and while she held little love for them they still were important figures in her life. 

However there were now even more important wolves she could care for. She turned to her only remaining littermate and then to each of her other siblings. With a nod she followed after the adults, but made sure to remain close by Hawthorn's side.