As The Sparrow Flies

Ajax couldn't really say he was overly fond of his pack mates, but he didn't dislike them enough to really kick up a fuss either. If anyone had to take the helm after Sparrow he reckoned it ought to be Gil, though he wouldn't have been surprised if one of Ignis' lot tried to make a grab for the empty spot. They'd lose, since in his mind they weren't good enough fighters to even warrant being put at the bottom of his hit list: aka folks he wanted to fight. Gil on the other paw... Stepping into the meeting, fashionably late, it seemed as though he'd mellowed out. Levelled out, learned how to at least pretend to play nice. To put on a smile, wag his tail a bit and come across as a laid back kinda guy, probably harmless. But not really.

Everyone had a moody teen phase, his just also included drowning adjacent childhood trauma. No one was perfect.


He stepped forward, an easy grin on his face that didn't meet his eyes. Didn't even give them a flicker of life.  "How about we fight right now? Say I win, you make me a harbinger?"