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

Honey was conflicted; should she go out onto the battlefield and defend this new pack, thus keeping her word to Shalon? Or should she remain in the den with Heartha and the seven children they'd been taxed with watching? The towering woman paced back and forth, thinking as cleary as she could with so many bodies at her ankles. Then, before she could make a decision for herself, Eden — they'd only become acquainted that morning, but she could already tell how poorly they would get along — burst into the den with a series of commands.

Honey knew that she was a subordinate and as such, she took care to listen to and follow the orders. Her three could now walk, and so she simply nosed them along in the right direction. Their eyesight was poor, but she was sure that they could handle it. As they escaped into the cold, she watched carefully over all ten of them to make sure no one had any slips. Their new home was being left behind, and all Honey could do was pray that another would soon be in sight.