Cried on the streets of San Francisco
Gilgamesh
Gambler
Marauder
12-16-2021, 08:02 PM
Confusion wrinkled his expression as he tried to figure out why the other wolf was so interested in rocks. "They're rocks," he says with a pause before turning his attention to where the wolf had pointed to. Indeed, the wolf was not wrong about what he saw. Streaks of indents in the mud trailing behind the particularly large rocks told a story that they possibly couldn't decipher. Leaning his face a bit closer with squinting eyes, he hummed under his breath. One ear turned to listen to the wolf thump his paw against the rock. "Maybe they're loose and sliding because the mud is slick," Gil's shoulders shrug as he looks back to the midnight wolf. "Why does it matter?" He asks out of curiosity but also wonders at how odd the wolf was. |
gilgamesh is aggressive, don't trust him