The clock is ticking faster, as we live

Like that of Sparrow, Gilgamesh would not be one to miss a party. Well, it wasn't exactly a party, but any call from someone wishing to claim a pack's downfall was sure to promise something exciting. See, Gil wasn't often out west. Rather, he had been stationary within his own lands as of late. Finishing up the repairs and whatnot of the Isle that needed to be done. His pack needed a safe and warm home now that winter was knocking at their door. But that morning, he had wanted to get out, and stretch his legs a bit, and a youngster had recently requested to learn how to scout. Who was he to deny one of his own?

So they had gone out, well before dawn, trudging their way through mud, muck, and slushy snow. Frozen to his paws, he would grit his teeth together and push on. He would expect any scout of his to tolerate any weather scenario so he must too. They were just making it through the dunes, approaching Ashen borders when the call rang out. His ears turn in interest as he listens. Valhalla fallen? And this... stranger wanted to take its place? A smirk crosses his lips as he turns to the kid. Telling him to return with the escort of his owl, Erish, Gil sees them off before slipping past Ashen and heading out to the plains. His paws eat up the nearly frozen earth as he makes good time.

Approaching the stranger, Gil reveals a cheeky grin with his retractable fangs sliding downward. "Just here for the show," he calls out with a wink of one of his yellow goat-like eyes. Moving off to the side, Gil keeps his Wolverine companion close and chooses to sit out of the way, but still ever-present.