The Strength to Carry On

Awaken had been trugdeinb along the snow angrily. He'd heard a rumor that gargoyle had lost but he refused to belive it. He didn't want to belive it. And he didn't want to be under a new alpha's rule. He'd been searching franticly fornthe fallen king all day, fear tearing at his heart. A leaf of aloe and a poppy flower in his mouth. He'd learned alittle bit of healinh from watching Merci. He was better with poisons than he was with medicines. He just hoped he wouldn't turn his best friend into a frog. ?

Every so often Awaken's vaugely smell his scent. He took off ?in a dead sprint trying to reach him before something bad happened. "Gargoyle?! " He'd shout every so often, trying to get a response. He'd become frantic with worry. So worried he was beginning to remind himself of Merci. He sighed, recolected himself and kept searching untill he came to the mouth of a cave. "Gargoyle?" He asked, the echo ringing throughout the painted cave. His eyes were still ajusting and he couldn't see clearly yet, but he thought he saw a wounded beast lying in the cave.?

(sorry! I couldnt resist!)