Why am i always drenched

Reflective. Thoughtful. Hesitant. Was he doing the right thing? Would life really be better now that he was in charge instead of Sparrow? Perhaps he would never know the question. Rather, he would live day by day to the fullest, to his utmost extent until he perished in a blaze of glory. Yes, that's how he wanted to go out. He wanted the whole world to know his name and by gods, he would make it happen.

Relishing in the imaginary cheer and hiss of both his followers and opponents, Gilgamesh almost didn't hear the rustle behind him. It was soft, careful, almost silent. Was it just a mouse or someone else? His muscles tense as an ear turns backward. Listening, watching, unmoving. He waits a few moments until he hears whispers. Both ears are turned backward now as he listens to their hushed voices.

Curious. It is one trait within him that isn't inherently vile. Slowly he stands, shaking his fur, before turning to spot the potential intruder. Not that this was his land, but they were encroaching on his time. Face passive, nearly void of emotion, as he takes a few more steps. Closer, through the brush, before he sees a fox and a red-coated female. Interesting, yes. He doesn't hesitate as he closes the distance between them.

"Lost?" The Raid King questions. One word. So many answers. Would she pick the right one?