To Train Or Not To Train...

Gil can tell she has thought about this extensively. It isn't something that she has allowed herself to succumb to. He can see how mature she is for her age and in a way, it saddens him. Almost two and here she is... wondering if her relationship with her father will be ruined over a conversation. Over something that he had given her. Something she had to live with. His stomach curls as he tries to find a good way to articulate a response. A thoughtful hum leaves him as he mulls over everything she has said so far.

"Keep track of when this... itch strikes you. Pay attention. Make notice of when it happens and why it happens. That is step number one," he speaks carefully, almost deliberately and slowly that she understands him clearly. Pausing, he regards her before continuing. "Just because he is your father or a raider, does not mean he should disrespect you. You are your own wolf. If you wish to speak with him, do so, but stand your ground," Gil eyes her, lips smoothing into a thin line as he waits for her to respond.