Revenge plots

It was a howl he knew quite well. That of a packmate, a comrade, and a friend; Gargoyle wasted no time in answering it. Tattered ears swiveled this way and that until the source was pinpointed, only then did the monster move. A giant's form was propelled forth to go swinging across the land, taking brush, field and stream all in stride til the scent of the wolf he sought grew stronger. He hailed the other with a thunderclap bark as he came trotting up. Bear sized paws planted themselves in the ground and the black-grey tower was brought to a halt. So much had been left to weigh upon the male's mind as of late, some of it good, but most quite bad. Gargoyle, however, was ready to push all of that aside to deal with whatever it was Awaken had to say. "What's on your mind, rookie?" he rumbled. Though not even the keenest ears could've detected any concern in the chief's tones, something not unlike it nagged at his oversized noggin. The green eyed male before looked, well, troubled.