Gil had been careful to keep Jael tucked away for the first week or so since her arrival that stormy night. Her condition had been dire and he wanted to ensure she wouldn't be bothered by any of the others while she recovered. Now that she was able to at least walk on her own, he felt more comfortable allowing the rest of the pack to meet her. In a way, he felt responsible for her care and well-being since he had been the one to save her from quite literally dying. Though he felt sure that she was ready to meet the pack, there was still hesitancy. The pack wasn't exactly always known to be... gentle. "Don't let them bully you," he warns her with a smirk as he leads her out to the grassy courtyard that lies in front of the main building. Allowing her to walk out at her own pace, he waits patiently until she is comfortable enough. Gil then tilts his chin to the sky and lets loose a welcoming howl for all and any raider that wants to come to hang out. ”Speech” ’Thought’

* Free for anyone to come meet and hangout with Jael!

Carefully hidden away, she'd spent most of her time just trying to pull herself back together. Jael was used to pulling herself up by her bootstraps... or whatever they said about that. Getting stronger, but her endurance was still... not great. The injuries had been dire, and it would take some time for Jael to recover to her usual strength. It was a wonder that she'd pulled through it all, and she'd been slipping Urtur extra snacks when she got the chance. Maybe it was a little way of thanking him, and she'd even found some good stuff to leave out for Erish. Jael... well, she conceded it would be some time before she actually learned what owls liked, but at least someone had gotten the snack she'd left out.

Though her endurance was still questionable at best, she was still looking forward to getting out more. The first order of business needed to be meeting the pack, or anyone who cared to. Jael couldn't risk being attacked on sight as a stranger deep in Raider territory. In her fragile state well... she'd beaten the odds once. Twice? She wouldn't push her luck. Still, it was nerve racking actually... meeting them. Her exact role, the way he'd introduce her to them, was still a point of uncertainty. What would they have to say? All of them? No, Jael couldn't allow herself to look anxious.

She's still limping, taking frequent breaks, but she the girl insists on walking mostly on her own. The wounds had scabbed over, but they were still raw and angry. Her broken ankle was splinted efficiently, and the swelling had mostly come down. When they settle, Jael stands on three legs, bad side resting against Gilgamesh. Borrowing him for support, but maybe it's emotional too. "It's nothing I can't handle," she gives a soft smile, though some of the confidence is faked. Fake it until you make it, right? With one last nervous lick of her lips, Jael allowed a more relaxed, demure expression and posture to take her over. If Gil was here, she could handle this.

From the confines of his greenhouse, the booming of his father's howl was nearly deafening as it rattled the windows. He lifted his head from the aggressive digging that had been occupying the better part of his morning, and off he went to see what all the fuss was about. Spindly, awkward limbs were shoved awkwardly through the fissure in the concrete wall that served as his only entry and exit. As time went on.. it seemed to be turning into a tighter squeeze. A problem for future Nim, certainly. He didn't bother to clear the scraps of vegetation or clods of soggy dirt that clung to his greyscale pelt, more concerned with seeing what his dad was unveiling. Bedraggled and grinning from ear to ear, he wandered into the courtyard to see a very tiny canine clinging to his father's flank. Oh! Oh this was awful! He was already being replaced! Brow furrowed and tail flagging over his hocks, he marched up as scary as he could manage, leaving a trail of dirt in his wake. The little storm cloud of a boy lumbered up close to get a good look at this weirdo. Floppy ears, like a baby. That was all he needed to confirm his suspicions, his dad had brought home a new kid, specifically to replace Nimbus. A new kid with really fluffy fur, and markings that looked a lot more like Gil's than the grey pup's did. Frowning even harder so that this new kid couldn't see the tears brimming in his little red eyes. "Who're you?" he barked, and then looked up at his dad's towering form. "Who's that? What's she here for?" there was an edge of panic in his tone, because he was a child who, due to being a child, didn't understand subtlety. The new child had a brace on her leg, so clearly they were taking care of her like a baby. Nim couldn't believe this, he'd already been replaced with a fluffier kid they rescued from... a bear or something. What did he do to deserve this?! "Nimbus" raindrops by sqdpxl

Jael barely gets her words out before a plump grey pup comes barreling toward them. Gil moves his gaze from Jael toward his son who looks rather irate. A brow raises as he tries to hide his smile. The show of intimidation in Nimbus is comical for the boy since Gil had never seen the boy so... furious. Even when Nim turned his attention up to him and demanded an answer, Gil gave his head a little shake before lowering it to press his nose upon his son's forehead. "Nim, calm," he urges the boy, laughter still in his voice. "This is Jael. She was injured, and I brought her here to recover. I believe she would like to stay. If that is okay with you?" Gil smirks as he lifts his head and tilts his chin down to give his boy a curious look. Would Nim and the others accept the girl? Or would they feel threatened? Out of all of them, if Nim or Ken didn't like Jael, then she had more things to worry about than them. Why were his sons always more chilled out than his daughters? ”Speech” ’Thought’

Bounce. Bounce. BOUNCE! Siduri hopped after a random ass toad as it tried to escape her presence. She had no intention of hurting the thing or even touching it since it looked so gross, but that didn't mean that she couldn't find the warty wad fun to pester, eh? Sid enjoyed making things uncomfortable by pretending to be the big, bad predator that she was. It was a fun game, but it got old after a while. When the toad dipped under a rock to hide, the girl rolled her eyes, huffed and made her way back towards the common area.

Up ahead, the child's odd, multi-hued eyes rested on the familiar form of her father, Nimbus and... who was that?! A trespasser! Because, of course, anyone who wasn't someone that she knew and was on pack lands was obviously someone that wasn't supposed to be there. Mhmm...

White and pastel coat bristleled, the girl stalked forward, expecting that her father and brother were already berating the other canine. "We'll make ye walk the plank, ye putrid blackguard! Who are ye?! Why are ye here?! Don't ye know that ye're in the presence of the mighty Raiders and their Pirate Leader Siduri of the High Seas?!" Sid got right up in the woman's space, having missed her father's explanation to her brother entirely. "I aught to string yer guts from trees and use yer rib bones to guard my cabbages!" Wait... what? What in the hell was a cabbage?

Siduri turned to her father, eyes blazing and little teeth flashing in the light as she smiled. "How are we going to murder this one, eh sire? Shall we hollow her out and feed her innards to the crabs? I have dibs on her teeth!" Siduri snapped her jaws at Nimbus, clearly intent on having those damned teeth for her own.

Calliope was off on her own as she usually was. Stalking through the brush after an animal that she had no idea what it was. Nor did she care. It would soon be her snack if she had anything to say about it. And snack soon it would become as she lunged at it, teeth grasping the rabbit's neck and snapping it cleanly. Her tail wags happily as she turns to head back to find a good spot to eat it. The call of her father echoing over the isle catches her attention. What did he want?

Picking up a trotting pace, Cal makes her way to where she can scent her father and her siblings and... someone she didn't know. Her brow furrows as she draws closer and stops dead in her tracks. Nim and Sid were screeching at the stranger, but why wasn't their father doing anything? Dropping her kill and quickly forgetting it, Cal doesn't waste any more time. Closing the distance, Cal rushes up on the group and skids to a stop behind Jael. Looming over the small girl so that Jael was fully encircled by enraged puppies, Cal bristles and lifts her lips before releasing a vicious puppy growl.

"Answer her, ye scurvy scoundrel," Cal hisses as her ears flatten. Maybe she was spending too much time with Sid. No such thing.

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Small and grey and upset, there were already waterworks. Oh dear. Jael's eyes went wide, subconsciously leaning farther into Gil's side. Still, his words catch her attention now and-- oh dear. She tried her best to hide the smile that crept in at the corners of her expression. Oh the poor silly boy, having understood Jael's purpose differently. There was softness in the woman's gaze as she went to address him, but she's cut off by-- oh dear.

Two of them, brilliantly colored and barreling towards her. Loudly barreling towards her. Siduri, and another one who has yet to offer her name. Putrid? Jael turned to sniff herself for a moment, but no, it didn't seem like she smelled like much other than herself, Gil, and the sea. And then the cabbages... her head tilted to the side for the moment as the child rattled off. "I'm still using my ribs and my teeth, we can look for a better way to protect your cabbages." The bigger of the two girls closed in behind her, and Jael tucked her rear end a bit closer under her, a bit closer to the man beside her. Still a bit confused, she looked to Gil-- was she doing alright?

"I'm Jael, I'd prefer no murdering," for as much of a front as she tried to put on, she was perhaps a bit nervous about that one. Especially the way she was looking at her teeth.

His dad is quick to soothe his temper, though the boy doesn't quite settle even as the gentle pressure of a great big snoot presses against his forehead. Instead he frowns even harder, a few little years squeaking out the corners of his eyes to stain the soot marked fur around them. No! He doesn't wanna be calm!

Still, he finds himself reassured that she's merely a visitor at the moment. A lost soul given a place to rest while she recovers. Sniffling lightly, he drops his gaze. A heavy shrug of the shoulders, though he doesn't say a word yet.

Thank whatever gods might exist that he has rambunctious sisters with no tolerance for bullshit. Sid and Cal come barreling through making demands, and the dove grey boy has the chance to slip out of his dad's grasp and leave the floor open to watch his sister's interrogate the woman in his stead.

He snickers quietly to himself when Sid makes a point to claim dislodged teeth for her own, and he won't argue. She's already bigger, and already winning every one of their puppy brawls. So he sits quietly, waits to learn a bit more from their dad about this weird lady.