Disclaimer: hey, readers! I just want to say thanks for all the fabulous reviews…they really helped! And now, have fun reading the fourth chappie of my Figgy story…WOOHOO!! It's much shorter than the rest of 'em, but I'll try to make up for that in the fifth. Happy reading!

"Fang? FANG!? Where are you?!" desperate cries echoed across the snowy forest. Iggy, Angel, Gazzy, Nudge, and Max were all searching for Fang, who had been missing for quite some time. It was getting towards midnight, and Angel and Gazzy were getting tired. The extremely cold atmosphere really didn't help all that much either.

"Iggy," pleaded Max, "I think we should go home. It's below freezing, and it's almost midnight. Angel and Gazzy are getting tired…I think we should call it a day and come back tomorrow."

"NO!" Yelled Iggy, startling everybody around him with his assertiveness, "We will find Fang, and we'll find him tonight! He could die out here in the weather. Besides, it's my fault he's missing in the first place…"

"No it's not—"

"Yes it is!" yelled Iggy again, but then his expression softened and he sighed, while looking at the ground. "I told him I wanted him to get lost and never come back." Iggy stopped looking at the ground and moved his gaze up to the sky, "that's why we have to find him. If we didn't, I think it would kill me."

"Well, alright." Agreed Max. "I guess we could keep looking for a few more hours. But to make it more effective, we'll split up. Nudge: you take Gazzy and Angel and search through the Western Wood. Iggy and I'll take the eastern part. Good luck," Max broke her speech to cough, "and let's find him quickly, because I don't think he'll make it if we take much longer."

Iggy and Max tramped in the deep snow for a bout ten minutes. It was bitterly cold, and Iggy was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. Their fingers stung, and it was a wonder that they didn't have hypothermia already. But then, just when things started looking desperate, Max saw a dark shape curled up in a snow bank ahead of them.

"FANG!" she screamed, and the both ran towards the body.

When they got to it, there was no doubting that it was Fang. He was still alive, but only just. The others had heard Max's scream, and came running as fast as they could.

"We…have to get him…to a hospital…" coughed Iggy, as the wind was thrashing against the Flock's faces and legs furiously. "We'll have to risk it. He needs….medical attention…right away!" and together, the Flock lifted Fang and started to make their way towards the road to hitch a ride to the nearby hospital.