The clock is ticking faster, as we live

Little time passes when a shadowed figure approaches. Gil's eyes glance over the other male, noticing there is an unfamiliar pack scent upon him. Curious, Gil can't help the grin that pulls to his lips at the man's words. A pleased noise and a nod of his head before he watched the Warlord approach. The lifted brow in his direction is met with a raised brow of his own. He could be civil in front of the group, could Sirius? Before he has a chance to say much of anything snarky to the others, an all too familiar daughter of his is showing up with bottles clinking along her sides. Gil turns to watch Deluge as she marches up to the challenger and he almost laughs. The girl did have a flare for theatrics, didn't she?

Pleased that she handed out bottles of booze, he was about to swipe his up when he saw Sirius giving the one offered to him a very... skeptical look. A sigh of... not quite annoyance leaves him as he rolls his eyes. Then he gets up, takes the bottle handed to Sirius, and then hands him the bottle that Deluge had rolled to him. "It's not poison, Warlord," Gil says roughly, his brow raised once more before he goes to take his place on the other side of the group as a very small girl shows up. As he sits and drinks from his bottle, the contender addresses them all. Gil turns his attention to the man as he speaks. A short chuckle leaves him as he looks over to the dark-coated male and Sirius. "I wouldn't mind putting on a show," he offers with a raise of his bottle in cheers. Friendly competition was healthy, wasn't it?

When this male conveniently doesn't introduce himself but asks about the fallen pack, Gil shrugs and takes another swig. He knows of nothing outside of his own home. Packs rose and fell all the same, why did it matter to the man? As his mind questions, he notices a very tiny girl approach with a pep in her step. She first speaks to the mystery shadow man and then to Sirius as well. Who was she? Another alpha? Watching as she eagerly introduces herself and goes to sit behind the contender, Gil nods in her direction. "Gilgamesh," he offers back cordially, figuring that maybe the other leaders in Boreas and Auster should know his name.

There is another mystery female lingering in the background, but he pays her no mind. She doesn't smell or even resemble anything close to any alpha. Probably just some lowlife looking for a fight. Content to relax and enjoy the chatter and drink, his eyes then move to the approach of the Hallow Aegis, Artorias. Unfortunately for Gilgamesh, he had not been able to attend the raid upon the Hallows but had heard of the kidnapping shenanigans that had ensued. He notices Artorias sidle in beside Sirius and wonders how close they are. Oh well, who needed allies anyway?