Generals Gathered In Their Masses

It was time once more for a raid. He could tell by the howl that Jack released over the Isle. Internally, he was proud of the boy for stepping up and taking a leadership-style role. Externally, he was calm, cool, and collected. Expression on the bland side, not revealing his emotion any which way. Gil preferred it that way. To hold his cards close to his chest. Even as he approached, thankful that Jack had lit a fire to warm the room, he barely moved to glance at the boy. Instead, he enters the room, a quiet chuff tossed in the boy's direction before he goes to sit himself near the fire. Lanky as he was, he needed the extra warmth. Gil's lips stay shut as he watches the entrance to see who will show. Would it be Sparrow? Would she attend her boy's first raid? Ignis? All the youngsters? He wouldn't expect Deluge or Scald, but perhaps they would support their friend before shoving off.