Blood On The Air

Gilgamesh · 09-16-2021, 09:08 PM

Around them, the howling wind died to a quiet whistle. Snow flurries danced around their bodies as a shiver coursed its way; reminding him of the adrenaline that will soon leave his body. The surge of excitement he felt earlier was replaced with pride that overcame him after every kill. This polar bear had been his biggest yet and he couldn't help but smile again. Being alive and having prey be multiple times your own size was something to brag about. Pulling himself out of his reverie, both eyes wandered back over to the she-wolf with slight curiosity.

Surprisingly, both of them had made it out hardly scathed. Watching the female closely, his gaze met hers. She was bold, stepping toward him with a nod of her head. It was not often that the splotchy coated wolf was in close quarters with others. He preferred to keep his distance from anyone. Alone was better than any drama he could ever want. Yet, when she thanked him and explained the reasoning for their onslaught, he merely shrugged in response. There was no reason to thank him. He enjoyed killing and hunting, it was in his blood. As for the reason? For Gil, just looking at him the wrong way was reason enough.

"Gilgamesh," was all he offered as his tail waved lazily behind him. Why waste his breath with unimportant words? "We did well," the words slipped out in a quiet rumble of a tone. One ear flicked back, masking the fact that he was surprised with himself. Clearing his throat, he glanced over to the pair of dogs to distract himself from the formidable female standing so close to him. "They know how to skin?" Gil asked, openly curious.

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