anyone out there?

As much as he hated the snow, he also didn't despise it either. Yes, it was cold and it was wet and it matted down his fur, but when one lived on an island... that state of being was to be expected. Lately, his toes always held a slight chill to them so being out here was almost like swimming, but it was more solid. Huh, that didn't quite make sense, but it didn't matter logistically. What mattered was that he was out here for no reason because every bush he was coming across had nothing on it. No berries, flowers, or leaves. Wait, did she need bark though? Would Could he dig up the whole bush and bring it back? He gives Urtur a look as they pause and the receiving look from the wolverine tells him no, we are not digging up a whole fucking bush.

Before the Raid King could protest, the wind shifts, and a female scent is brought to him. He turns to look as the tusked female calls out with a friendly hello. Ah, this could be a good thing. The pack needed fresh blood and by the looks of her, she would do well. Bulky, well-muscled, and tusked? Damn, why did he have to be reminded of his son? Eh, he can cry over his runaway children another day. Instead, Gil turns to the girl and moves to close the gap between them.

"Didn't expect to find anyone else out here," he mentions in his own way of friendly greeting. While most of his interactions were unpleasant, he supposed he could try the nice way first.