Pick your brain

With the meeting done and over with, Gil felt... better. Glad that he was able to voice some concerns and also hopes. Jack and Flurry were both stepping up. And though there were some questionable younglings that he still needed to address, it would come with time. Before everyone could fully file out of the room, Flurry came bounding over. His brow quirks slightly as she asks to speak privately. The raised brow lowers to slightly scrunched as he wonders what she could possibly want to speak about. Gil nods slowly and responds with a quiet grumble in his throat as he stays sitting where he is. Watching the last of the pack leave the room, he waits another minute or so before turning to Flurry.

"There is no need to be nervous," Gil starts as he looks at his daughter carefully. He can tell that she is uncertain about whatever topic she's about to bring up. "If you wish to lead one day, you will have to grow comfortable speaking about things that can make your belly upset," he says as he offers her a paternal smile and reaches out with a paw to bump her on the shoulder. "So, what's the question?" Now he is curious. It must be something serious if she wanted to speak privately.