You do what you have to (Pack Meeting)

Gargoyle's tawny paws came to rest at the roots of the mountains. His yellow eyes, usually so blank and bland, were hard today. His soul was heavy with what he had just discovered, with what had to be done... again. The Chief stopped and flung out his chest, taking a breath of the mountain air to steady himself. Black ears twitched, dismissing away his hesitance. Best to get this overwith. Crusade would be following him closely and she?d be there to back up his word. After all, she knew even more of these things he did. Bring his stocky forelegs together, the howl flung back his head and let a throaty howl come rumbling out of his golden chest and spread through the noontide air like summer thunder. He was calling his pack together.