Firefly Glen Phosphorescent

"Well, I did not tell you everything about moss trolls, did I?" Wraen smiled, cunningly and appeared as if she had known these details all along, rather than having come up with them on the spot. "Unfortunately, whichever way the story chooses to go, Drake gets separated from Starchaser, he gets either hurt, or lost, or devoured, or frozen, or tumble down the slope of the mountain. 

However, the Grey witch had enough magic to hold the time and thus the dragon and everyone else still. She flew up the mountain and found the injured Drake first. Moss trolls are hardy little creatures and they have not only very thick skin, but thick skulls as well. Not to mention that they are built almost of rocks. Drake had been incapacited, because that rock-slide had cracked his skull and broken two of his four claws. 

But these injuries - lethal to a regular man - would just need time to heal. A lot of time in Drake's case, because you just know, how quickly rocks mend their cracks and breaks," Wraen grinned. "Anyway, the witch used fire to melt the breaks and fix them and with Drake intact again, the two followed the path Starchaser had left and eventually found him and the rest of the frozen folk inside the den. 

Frozen they all stood there, but even beneath the ice one could hear quiet and feeble heartbeats. So not all were dead in the cave. The Gray Witch sat down to think, while Drake wandered onwards and disappeared out of sight, until she heard him calling her," here she paused and looked at Arthur. "What was that Drake found?"