Teach me how to close this hole

The little prince made his way out of the den to find his aunt. While he missed his father dearly, he was tired of being sad and wanted something to do. His dreams had continued so far, and they were a comfort to him rather than a haunt. He learned through them. Besides, he knew Archon would not have approved of stagnation. Plague moved with the easy floppy gait of a pup who would grow to be a giant, emerald eyes scanning as he went. "Aunt Lucretia!" He called, his small angelic voice almost sounding demanding. White tail waved in the air as he walked along, calling for the healer incessantly as he went. The god prince was wanting to throw himself into his chosen path. He finally knew what he wanted to do most. Now, he just had to act on it, but first, he would have to find his aunt.