Nex Sacrementum

Gargoyle was aware of Armageddon coming quickly to his side. The male had a knack for putting in a paw right when he was needed most. Not a bad trait in a packmate. The chief's growl thickened until it sounded like the very blood in his viens was boiling out his mouth. Awaken made a quick pass by to stand at the mouth of the cave. He was certainly a cool one, considering what all was at stake. But to Gargoyle's surprise, the she-cat didn't attack. She waited, listening to what the green-eyed male had to say. And Awaken had plenty to tell. In the back of his mind the chief wondered what the other listening wolves would have to think about this glimspe of the complicated backstory that was Awaken, but then again, Gargoyle didn't have much more than a glimspe himself. And a glimspe was enough. The chief had heard from Awaken's own mouth a summary of the sins he had committed. Perhaps this was karma catching up.

Well then dash karma. Dash it all to h---. Awaken was one of Gargoyle's own, and he wasn't letting him go without a fight. The cat might look pretty threatening, but Gargoyle had taken some big fish in his day. And right now Miss Whiskers was staring down at not just one oversized, over-warred male, but three. If this party got rolling, it was only going to end bloody.

But at the end of Awaken's words, came a pause. And then a hurried explanation (the part of which about Sixx saving pups being a bit hard to swallow) and then just a questioning glance. Sacrement didn't look so gung ho anymore. Could it be that simple? Was the big bad pussy cat going to go quietly off into the night after all? It didn't seem possible. Why would she track him all the way here only to give up at the drop of a few words? No, Gargoyle was still on his guard. Cats could be such cunning bastards when they wanted to be. But he took a few bow legged steps up to Awaken's side. "So what of it she-cat? Still want to rumble for the sake of old scores and a dead murderer? Or are you willing to listen to reason?"