To Train Or Not To Train...

It would not take long for the girl to arrive. At first, Gil was pleased that she had not left him waiting, but upon seeing her, his expression fell. At first, blank, void of any emotion as he registered the covered wound on her neck and the not-so-great expression she wore herself. Had something happened that he hadn't noticed at the raid? He thought he had kept decent tabs on all of his wolves... Gil's brow furrows as she speaks to him with some sort of attitude. Teenagers. A huff releases from his nostrils as he settles back into a sitting position. Okay well, his plan might not be going to go as he had thought.

Clearing his throat, Gil relaxes his brow and simply looks at Rivin. "I have been approaching all of the younger wolves," he starts and pauses, waiting to see if she is listening or even cares to hear what he has to say. "What is it that you wish to do in the pack? Do you wish to be a fighter or is there a different path you seek?" He places the question out in the open. No expectations, no stress except for her to be honest. While he did want his pack to be good at fighting, he also did not want them to kill themselves over it either.