To Train Or Not To Train...

If anything, Gil is at least a good listener. As terrible as he was as a parent back then, he almost feels a sort of guilt for not being there. Not only for his own pups but for the rest too. Ignis and Sparrow hadn't been the best parents either. And god, that woman. Rivin's mother had been a pest but made up for it by being a good healer. He could at least thank her for that, but would always hold a slight grudge for just disappearing. Who fucking did that to their family? It is obvious on Gil's face that he doesn't think fondly of the woman as his face pulls tight and he finds it hard to hold back his opinion.

He wants to interrupt her. To tell her she is nothing like her mother. But he doesn't. He stays silent as she continues. It isn't until she nearly lashes out, growing tense, and her gaze flickering back up to him does he lets out a sigh of his own. Preparing to be ... the father that he hopes to be for his new brood.

"I can only assume that he is pushing his own internal feelings of himself upon you lot," Gil starts, his yellow eyes trained on Riving so she understands that he is serious. "Your father is not all bad. He does bad things, yes. He is sick mentally and while others loathe him, I see him differently. Which also means I see you separately," The Raid King pauses and continues to leave his stare on Rivin. "You are your own wolf. You do not need to prove your worth to him. As long as you do for your pack what you would expect from them, that is all that matters," he ends that with a slow raise of a brow. Did she understand what he was saying? Or would she continue to wallow? "I shall ask once and only once. Do you want to continue your efforts to learn more about healing?" His words are straightforward and stern as his tail flicks lazily behind him.