Galahad opened his eyes, looking sadly over to the spot where Oracle should have been laying. What had happened to her? Why had she gone? The black and white brute rose with a pain in his heart. Something had happened to Oracle... and he didn't know what it was. But he wasn't sure what to do. What if she was on her way back now... and he left and she got home to find him missing? The poor brute was so conflicted. What should he do?
Galahad left the den, stretching out his limbs as he looked over the snow covered land. More of the cold white stuff was falling from steely gray skies too. Green eyes scanned in each direction, hoping, praying, that he would see another set of pawprints at the very least that were of someone his age. None but his own were there, however.
It was lonely without Oracle. Sure he had lost the other members of his family too but... this loss cut deeper than the others. The boy lowered his ears, his gaze shifting to the ground. Something... he had to do something... but where to start?
