Golden Glade Guards! Guards!

She was taking a much-needed break from Mom Duty^TM when the call came to her ears, and its meaning was clear as well as urgent -- Firebirds needed help. A cold sensation welled up in her belly as she immediately took off to meet the one who'd sent up the call, fleet paws carrying her like a shadowed blur through the lively trunks of her forest.

When she arrived, she was a little breathless as she spied Wraen standing near the fringes of her claim. The she-wolf looked stressed, which ticked her heartbeat up a notch. What had happened? "Wraen," she greeted as she slowed, panting hard from the exertion. Boy, was she out of shape after her pregnancy. "What's going on?"