To Train Or Not To Train...

Though he had not won his fight against the old Warlord, Gil was not going to let it hold him back. There was a lot of work that needed to be done. Both as a pack and individually. He wasn't exactly sure which way to go about it first, but since he had been working with a few of the youngsters already, he figured approaching Rivin next wouldn't hurt. Which is what he did that day.

An afternoon sun beat over the islands as Gil waded through the water and stepped up onto the shore. He looked across the sand at the place where the Armada had attacked them. Honestly, he thought it cowardly of them to raid this far away from the Isle. Were they scared to navigate the shadows of their home? Or was it merely an attack strategy to get them worn out first? As he mulled over those thoughts, he sent his owl, Erish, out to fetch Rivin for him. He would keep busy until she arrived.