Day Of Judgement, God Is Calling

Gilgamesh watched as the fights around him spread out. Blood and calls of pain and victory rang out over the plains. He was proud of his pack, of his wolves. They fought tooth and nail, surely they would win this time! As he supervises, mildly surprised that no one has come after him yet, he takes the time to rest up. Thankfully that was not long when he saw the vibrant rainbow girl rushing toward him. Her bright coloring was seen from afar and it gave Gil ample time to prepare.

Steadying himself and calling his own companions forward, he waited. His toes curl, paws spread slightly, anchoring him to the half-frozen ground. With his hackles raised, ears flattened, and chainmail shirt jingling quietly against his fur, he grinned at the girl as she came shouting at him. Gold eyes? That was new. Amused, he notices that she is almost matching his height and roughly a similar body type as him, but much younger. Her strength would be similar if not more than his own. Still, he didn't move. Allowing her to come up and check into the side of his body, he would push back into her advance. In the process, he brings up his left rear leg and aims to strike her in the belly or wherever he can reach with his spiked bracer that was worn around his leg.